30 Day Song Challenge – Day 08

Posted: June 18, 2011 in Meme, Music, Personal

Day 08 – A Song That You Know All The Words To – Doors – The End

I am usually not too good with lyrics, either knowing most of them, some of them or even just guessing and hoping for the best. When I record songs, I always either print the lyrics and read as I sing, or put them on-screen, and recite them into the microphone.
This song, however, I believe I know all the words (or at least, I can sing along to it in the car, and not stumble that I am aware of).

This song was originally written by Jim Morrison about breaking up with girlfriend Mary Werbelow. After many months of playing this song live at Whisky a Go Go in LA, it evolved into what we know today. Originally it was a short song, but managed to become a 12-minute epic on their self-titled album. This song was recorded live in the studio with no overdubbing, which is no easy task, considering its length and complex organ and guitar parts that intertwine to make the psychedelic dream-song.

The lyrics are rather poetic, as Jim was a budding poet, discovered by chance when Ray (organs) was on his way to band rehearsals, strolling along Venice Beach, and saw Jim writing in his journal. They had studied together at UCLA, studying film. Ray stopped for a chat and asked him what he was writing. Jim showed him some pages, Ray loved them and invited him to the rehearsals, as they were without a vocalist, and The Doors were created. At first, Jim was shy on stage, facing the band with his back to the crowd for their performances, but once the band coaxed him to face the audience, he came out of shell, never to be put back in.

As you can see in the Live Version of the clip linked below, He got rather involved in the lyrics and their emotional message. (This clip is tame, as The Doors were often banned from venues, due to Jim’s behaviour, even missing out on Woodstock because Jim had earlier been charged with exposing himself on stage, and been arrested for it)

Jim’s life was a roller-coaster, once he had tasted the adrenaline of being on stage. All night partying and drugs, mixed with excessive drinking eventually caught up with him. At the young age of 27, Jim died in his apartment bathtub in Paris. Alone, and seemingly at peace. Speculation surrounds his death, as he was already buried without funeral arrangements before the band had heard, or indeed any publicity had been released. no autopsy was performed and almost no one had viewed the body before burial, raising questions that Jim had faked his own death to escape the publicity and return to a quiet life of poetry on the beach.

Doors – The End (Studio Version)

Doors – The End (Live Version)

The Doors – The End

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land

Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake…he’s old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest

The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door…and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother…I want to…fuck you

C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

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