The Doors: The Soft Parade Page #2
- Year:
- 1991
- 50 min
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I'm shy.
- Sing it to me. - I can't sing.
You sing better than Dylan.
Well let me hear your words.
Let's swim to the moon.
Penetrate the evening,
that the city sleeps to hide.
Let's swim out tonight,
love,
it's our turn
to try.
Parked beside the ocean
on our moonlight drive.
Those are great f***in' lyrics, man!
You write this?
You got others in here?
Yeah,
I have a whole concert in my head.
I see a Dionysian scene.
- What happened to you in the desert?
Ecstasy and madness!
- Let's start a rock'n'roll band!
I got so much stuff, tons of songs.
- Things are gonna explode, Jim!
I can feel it. People want to
fight or f***, love or kill!
Vietnam is right out there, man,
sides are being chosen.
Everything's going to flame, man,
the planet is screaming for change!
We've got to make the myths.
When Dionysus arrived in Greece,
he made all the women mad,
leaving their homes
and dancing off into the mountains.
There'll be copulations in the street.
- Let's call ourselves "Dionysus!"
I've got a name:
"The Doors."- The Doors of your mind. Huxley!
"The Doors of Perception."
- Acid. - Great!
William Blake, actually: "When the
doors of perception are cleansed,
things will appear as they truly are,
infinite." I like it.
What's the matter?
- It just doesn't sound right.
I know, John. Jim, stay in time.
- Let's try that Bossa Nova beat.
I think it's hot.
The lyrics are weird, man.
You write one, man!
We need more songs anyway.
- I thought it was pretty good.
Let's go outside.
I came up with something.
A-minor and F-sharp ...
Pretty good!
That's great, Robby, nice changes!
- Got any more lyrics? - Yeah, some.
I call it "Light my Fire."
To compete with your stuff, it
better be about earth, snakes or fire.
Sounds like the Byrds,
but I like it. It's good.
will do it some justice.
Maybe put a long solo over it,
like Coltrane on "My Favorite Things."
Let's start again, man.
A-minor, B-minor, it's jazz!
Is that how it goes?
- No, but I like it.
Robby! Hey man ...
Can you give me about five minutes?
I got to figure out some kinda intro.
Let's let him work.
- Yeah, go to the beach.
What do you think about when you play?
I dunno.
Fish in my fish tank.
Hey how about that acid tonight?
- Not me. - Not me either.
Right here at Ray's house. Let's see
what trouble we can get into.
No way, you always get the chicks.
I get the dogs.
Hey, I got it! Come on!
I got it, I got the intro, man.
John! Count off from 4!
Turn around, man. Let them in, Jim!
Jim, can I have an autograph?
Where do you want it?
- Wherever you want it.
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