The Doors: The Soft Parade Page #4

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through the gate, to the other side.

Ride the snake.

Till the end of time.

I think I'm f***ed up, man.

I'm not thinking right.

Look at your eyes, man.

You're death.

I'm afraid of my father.

I can't be what they want me to be.

Maybe you should kill your father.

- I'm in pain, man.

I feel the universe functioning, but

I'm still locked inside myself.

Instead of oneness,

I feel isolation.

But you're alive, Ray.

Feel it. - I'm scared, Jim.

- It's beautiful.- I'm still scared.

Then use us, John.

Use our strength.

Come on in here.

That's right.

We're a tribe now,

a tribe of warriors.

I promise you, promise you, I'll be

with you till the end of time.

Nothing will destroy the circle.

Ride the snake.

Come on!

I'm lying, I am afraid.

Jim, don't go away!

Come dance with me!

Where are you going, Jimmy?

Jimmy, where are you going?

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 he came to a door.

And he looked inside.

"Father?" "Yes son?"

"I want to kill you."

"Mother?"

"I want to ...

... f*** you all night, baby!"

"Mother, I want to f*** you!"

F***, f*** oh yeah!

Turn him off! Turn his f***in amp off!

He's a great artist!

Get out of here! - Kill my father!

- Yeah, kill the father.

F*** my mother! - Nobody's gonna

f*** their mother on my stage!

You're outta here! You're not gonna

play! You're never coming back!

Come on, man, it's art!

It's "Oedipus."

Take a look at the future, old man.

We are things to come.

Here's your art right there!

There's your art!

- This is f***ing great, man!

We're never gonna work in this town

again. - Quite a night, huh?

Hi, I'm Jack Holzmann, I own Elektra

Records. - Is that a**hole gonna pay?

Listen,

if you could record

what you did in there,

we'd have something

and make a lot of money.

And Rothschild here was born to be

a producer. - You guys were ...

... it's Bertold Brecht,

it's cabaret, it's rock'n'roll.

I'm really blown away, I'd like to get

you guys into a studio, immediately.

Mr. Morrison, how'd you like to come

down from there and go make a record?

Sure, why not?

Bruce, do you feel it?

- It's bitchin'!

An album of killer music in six days.

Six days, baby!

Unreal!

Name, occupation?

- Bill Siddons, I manage the Doors.

Name, occupation?

- Pamela Morrison, ornament.

Robby Krieger, guitar player.

John Densmore, percussionist,

22 years old. Far out, man!

Name, occupation?

Raymond Daniel Manzarek,

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