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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Nov 16, 2011 11:27:18 GMT
I really want you, really do Really need ya baby, God knows I do 'Cause I'm not real enough without you Oh, what can I do? You make me real You make me feel like lovers feel You make me throw away mistaken misery Make me free, love, make me free
I really want you, really do Really need ya baby, really do Well I'm not real enough without yo Oh, what can I do? You make me real Only you have that appeal So let me slide into your tender sunken sea Make me free, love, make me free You make me real You make me feel like lovers feel You make me throw away mistaken misery Make me free, love, make me free Make me free You make me real
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Nov 16, 2011 11:30:32 GMT
Now this was probably a candidate for most awful Doors song written during the Morrison era. Amazingly written by Morrison. Another obvious filler track to make up for the fact Jim was drying up as a songwriter due to a variety of factors from disillusionment to drunkenness likely caused by the souring of his relationship with the rest of the band since 1968.
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Dec 24, 2011 8:49:04 GMT
Another huge surprise must be the fact that You Make Me Real is one of the earliest Doors songs. Along with Indian Summer it was probably mined from Jim's notebooks as a filler for the Morrison Hotel LP and could possibly have been recorded as Indian Summer was during the August 1966 recording session..
At least this now puts paid to the idea that in someway this was written for Patricia Kennealy which is a popular train of thought.
Another in the soon (hopefully) to be released London Fog set this number dates from at least early 1966 and more likely was one of the tunes The Doors rehearsed when Robby joined the band.
One of the poorest Doors tunes perhaps but an invaluable piece of Doors History showing the evolution of America's greatest rock outfit.
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