Post by darkstar on Feb 2, 2005 14:19:52 GMT
DOORS
Hullabaloo
September 1968
There comes a moment when it is time to stop writing long and involved personality stories and/or deep and detailed analyses of works accomplished. There comes a moment when artists themselves should be allowed to speak. The Doors third album. Waiting For The Sun (Elektra), has arrived. On it, there is more boom to their gloom, a better balance, and even a few rays of sunshine. Here are some of the lyrics.
MY WILD LOVE
My wild love went ridin'
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 ridin'
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her head
She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evenin'
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 river
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 ridin'
She rode for an hour
She rode and she rested
And then she rode on
Ride, c'mon
WINTERTIME LOVE
Wintertime winds blow cold the season
Fallen in love, I'm hopin' to be
Wind is so cold, is that the reason?
Keeping you warm, your hands touching me
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
You are so warm
My wintertime love to be
Winter time winds blue and freezin'
Comin' from northern storms in the sea
Love has been lost, is that the reason?
Trying desperately to be free
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
And you are so warm
My wintertime love to be
La, la, la, la
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
You are so warm
My wintertime love to be
SPANISH CARAVAN
Carry me Caravan take me away
Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain
Andalusia with fields full of grain
I have to see you again and again
Take me, Spanish Caravan
Yes, I know you can
Trade winds find Galleons lost in the sea
I know where treasure is waiting for me
Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain
I have to see you again and again
Take me, Spanish Caravan
Yes, I know you can
Music and lyrics by The Doors.
HULLABULLETIN
September 1968
JIM MORRISON seems to be following in the footsteps of avant-garde writer WILLIAM BURROUGHS (“The Naked Lunch”), or so he says. He now cuts up his poetry into little pieces and then lets them come together as they wish. Why not? For years, we’ve had random art. Why shouldn’t we have random poetry? To those of you who are interested, MORRISON has now cut his hair.
Hullabaloo
September 1968
There comes a moment when it is time to stop writing long and involved personality stories and/or deep and detailed analyses of works accomplished. There comes a moment when artists themselves should be allowed to speak. The Doors third album. Waiting For The Sun (Elektra), has arrived. On it, there is more boom to their gloom, a better balance, and even a few rays of sunshine. Here are some of the lyrics.
MY WILD LOVE
My wild love went ridin'
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 ridin'
She rode to the sea
She gathered together
Some shells for her head
She rode and she rode on
She rode for a while
Then stopped for an evenin'
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 river
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 ridin'
She rode for an hour
She rode and she rested
And then she rode on
Ride, c'mon
WINTERTIME LOVE
Wintertime winds blow cold the season
Fallen in love, I'm hopin' to be
Wind is so cold, is that the reason?
Keeping you warm, your hands touching me
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
You are so warm
My wintertime love to be
Winter time winds blue and freezin'
Comin' from northern storms in the sea
Love has been lost, is that the reason?
Trying desperately to be free
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
And you are so warm
My wintertime love to be
La, la, la, la
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
You are so warm
My wintertime love to be
SPANISH CARAVAN
Carry me Caravan take me away
Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain
Andalusia with fields full of grain
I have to see you again and again
Take me, Spanish Caravan
Yes, I know you can
Trade winds find Galleons lost in the sea
I know where treasure is waiting for me
Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain
I have to see you again and again
Take me, Spanish Caravan
Yes, I know you can
Music and lyrics by The Doors.
HULLABULLETIN
September 1968
JIM MORRISON seems to be following in the footsteps of avant-garde writer WILLIAM BURROUGHS (“The Naked Lunch”), or so he says. He now cuts up his poetry into little pieces and then lets them come together as they wish. Why not? For years, we’ve had random art. Why shouldn’t we have random poetry? To those of you who are interested, MORRISON has now cut his hair.