The Doors – When The Music’s Over – Turn off the lights!!

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We want the world and we want it Now!!  NOW!!!  NOW!!!!!

We want it safe. We want it free of hate, war, injustice and violence.

We want it free of greed, selfishness and inequality.

We want it full of beauty, wildlife and nature.

We want it free of pollution and destruction.

We want it full of love, creativity and happiness.

We want the world and we want it Now!!  NOW!!!  NOW!!!!!

“When The Music’s Over”

Yeah, c’mon

When the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah

When the music’s over
When the music’s over
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won’t stop
The girl in the window won’t drop
A feast of friends
“Alive!” she cried
Waitin’ for me
Outside!

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We’re gettin’ tired of hangin’ around
Waitin’ around with our heads to the ground

I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it…
We want the world and we want it…
Now
Now?
Now!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!

So when the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end!

Jim Morrison Quotes.

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Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
That makes great sense to me – except there are some fears that are hard to confront and some, like death, that you can’t.
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
Science opens doors into knowledge, wonder and awe for me.
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
Me too. I’m not sure I’ll ever grow up and stop being a clown.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
I have very few complete friends. People only see one side or another.
Where’s your will to be weird?
I’ve still got it.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
We’re never so perfect as when we’re no longer here.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
They make you alive! But sometimes they can be a pain.
This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
It’s the only one too!
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Perceptions of reality require perspective. There is no certainty and ultimately no facts.
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
I fear they are perfecting it and manipulating us. Where’s democracy?

The Doors – Five to One – Angry lyrics reflecting the division between the generation in the sixties.

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There was a sense of complete breakdown between the counter-culture and the older generation. The anti-war demonstrations provoked huge police brutality and such a tension that there was open, if rather daft, talk of revolution.

The streets were caked with blood and teargas.

Youth wanted to drop out of the nine to five rut of work and live more meaningfully. They saw work as a prostitution.

This song reflects that angst.

“Five To One”

Yeah, c’mon
Love my girl
She lookin’ good
C’mon
One more

Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I’ll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try

The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We’re takin’ over
Come on!

Yeah!

Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand
Trying to tell me no one understands
Trade in your hours for a handful dimes
Gonna’ make it, baby, in our prime

Come together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, aha
Get together one more time!
Get together one more time!
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, gotta, get together

Ohhhhhhhh!

Hey, c’mon, honey
You won’t have along wait for me, baby
I’ll be there in just a little while
You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people and…

Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, got to
Get together, got to
Get together, got to
Take you up in my room and…
Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah
Love my girl
She lookin’ good, lookin’ real good
Love ya, c’mon

The Doors – Unknown Soldier – Anti-war lyrics with theatre.

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The Doors and Jim Morrison were never shy of putting their views across. They were hard-edged and political, uncompromising.

When Jim did his anti-war songs he put everything into it. This song was not only lyrically poetically clear in it’s message but he married to the theatrical element of a mock execution. On stage he would be shot and writhe about. It was something to behold.

Back then we were watching the terrible images of what was going on with every TV newsflash. Nothing was censored. We saw little girls being encased in billowing livid napalm, civilians having their brain blown out in graphic detail. You could watch gruesome death while eating your cornflakes. We were in no doubt about the horror, indiscriminate killing and agony.

The government soon learnt. All future wars were heavily censored and sanitised.

“The Unknown Soldier”

Wait until the war is over
And we’re both a little older
The unknown soldier

Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Unborn living, living, dead
Bullet strikes the helmet’s head

And it’s all over
For the unknown soldier
It’s all over
For the unknown soldier

Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Comp’nee
Halt
Preeee-zent!
Arms!

Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder
The unknown soldier

Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Bullet strikes the helmet’s head

And, it’s all over
The war is over
It’s all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby
Oh, over, yeah
All over, baby
Wooooo, hah-hah
All over
All over, baby
Oh, woa-yeah
All over
All over
Heeeeyyyy