Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Apr 30, 2011 11:22:34 GMT
My wild love went riding,
She rode all the day.
She wrote to the devil
And asked him to pay.
The devil was wiser.
It's time to repent.
He asked her to give back
The money she spent.
My wild love went riding,
She rode to the sea.
She gathered together
Some shells for her hair.
She rode and she rode on.
She rode for a while.
Then stopped for an evening
And lay her head down.
She rode on to Christmas.
She rode to the farm.
She rode to Japan.
And we entered a town.
By this time the weather,
Had changed one degree.
She asked for the people
To let her go free.
My wild love is crazy,
She screams like a bird.
She moans like a cat,
When she wants to be heard.
My wild love went riding.
She rode for an hour.
She rode and she rested.
And then she rode on.
Ride, come on.
Sounding like a cross between a chain gang lament and a Negro spiritual from the 19th century Southern Plantations it was a complete departure for The Doors as there no instruments and the song is completely acapella.
Jim Morrison wanted it recorded with a banjo and the others were agaisnt it which created some studio tension until Bobby Neuwirth suggested they try it acappela which diffused the situation.
Several journalists, friends and even Elektra owner Jac Holzman were recruited to provide the clapping parts along with the band memebers.
In an ironic twist Billy James was also present at the sessions with his young son Mark and they both also clapped and stomped along with the band his father 'discovered' for Columbia Records in 1965.
Waiting For The Sun
She rode all the day.
She wrote to the devil
And asked him to pay.
The devil was wiser.
It's time to repent.
He asked her to give back
The money she spent.
My wild love went riding,
She rode to the sea.
She gathered together
Some shells for her hair.
She rode and she rode on.
She rode for a while.
Then stopped for an evening
And lay her head down.
She rode on to Christmas.
She rode to the farm.
She rode to Japan.
And we entered a town.
By this time the weather,
Had changed one degree.
She asked for the people
To let her go free.
My wild love is crazy,
She screams like a bird.
She moans like a cat,
When she wants to be heard.
My wild love went riding.
She rode for an hour.
She rode and she rested.
And then she rode on.
Ride, come on.
Sounding like a cross between a chain gang lament and a Negro spiritual from the 19th century Southern Plantations it was a complete departure for The Doors as there no instruments and the song is completely acapella.
Jim Morrison wanted it recorded with a banjo and the others were agaisnt it which created some studio tension until Bobby Neuwirth suggested they try it acappela which diffused the situation.
Several journalists, friends and even Elektra owner Jac Holzman were recruited to provide the clapping parts along with the band memebers.
In an ironic twist Billy James was also present at the sessions with his young son Mark and they both also clapped and stomped along with the band his father 'discovered' for Columbia Records in 1965.
Waiting For The Sun