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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Nov 16, 2011 11:40:00 GMT
Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men And about the believers, and how the whole thing began First there were women and children obeying the moon Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soon You can try to remind me instead of the other you can You can help to insure that we all insecure our command If you don't give a listen I won't try to tell your new hand This is it can't you see that we all have our end in the band
And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret Well we'd have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorse So I tell you I tell you I tell you we must send away We must try to find a new answer instead of a way
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Nov 19, 2012 21:58:12 GMT
An interesting little oddity that began life as part of Morrison's poetry session in March of 1969 but was developed as a possible song for a Doors album during the period between the WFTS and TSP albums. Eventually turning up as an out take from TSP on the 40 year mix it is a strange mesmerising chant from Morrison backed by a weird mix of strange guitar, odd percussion and plinking keyboard juxtaposed with a backing chant from I assume all three Doors. Was part of the Blue Boar session that became known as Rock Is Dead. Does it work as an album track? Well no it doesn't but considering the disjointed and indecisive way TSP was recorded it would have been no surprise if it had ended up as one. The Doors unhinged.....The Soft Parade cause and effect …..the consequences of Buick for Miami and beyond......
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