The Doors: The Soft Parade Page #2

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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.

A little Latin beat

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.

Leave it to me,

I can take you all the way.

You liked our music?

- I loved it. That's why I'm here.

It's dark though. Get some tunes

like Herman's Hermits ...

That sh*t goes right to the radio.

- I'm here to groove on my boyfriend.

We need some real equipment.

- Sign with me, you got equipment.

Wherever you want to go, I can

get you there. So what do you say?

We'll have a meeting on it. We do

everything unanimously or not at all.

The Musketeers.

I'm touched. But let me tell you,

Ioyalty don't pay the bills.

Think about it

and call me tomorrow. Here's my card.

Hey, pay attention,

you could get rich. Dig it?

Hey, how old are you?

- Uh, 21 .

Get lost, will you.

I'll make this quick and to the point,

and if you repeat it I'll deny it.

Drop those guys.

Jimmy's got to start facing the crowd.

- He's just getting his confidence.

The guy never does what's rehearsed.

- Well how's it feel? - Great, but ...

Your looks, your voice, that's what's

gonna sell records and make millions.

Call me. I'm right.

Do yourself a favor,

call Larry.

I don't like a guy

who wears his soul on his face.

"Whiskey's" next, man,

I can feel it in my bones.

I still think the lyrics are weird.

The chicks

really dug you tonight, man.

We still got to go one more step.

- Turn around and face the crowd.

We'll go to the desert and take

that peyote. - Is that what you're on?

It's kicking in!

- F***ing longhair! - It's crazy, man.

Come on, man. - I'm not doing acid,

I'm not doing acid. - Peyote, John.

Hey, what's a rock'n'roll band for?

Let's plan a murder, or

start a religion. More, more, more!

I'm into TM, man,

I promised my guru.

I'll try it, I'm ready.

Let's go to the desert, let's do it.

Who's on next? - Love.

- Arthur Lee, he's cool.

I am the Lizard King!

I can do anything.

Come on, raise your hand

if you understand.

Let's take a poll:

How many of you know you're alive?

Bullshit!

You're all plastic soldiers

in a miniature dirt war.

Come on!

How many of you people

know you're alive?

How many of you people

know you're really alive?

Close your eyes.

See the snake?

See the serpent appear?

Its head is ten feet long

and five feet wide.

He has one red eye and one green eye.

He's ...

... seven miles long.

Deadly.

See it? All the history of the world

is on its scales.

All people, all actions.

We're all just

little pictures on its scales.

God!

It's big.

It's moving,

devouring consciousness,

digesting power.

Monster of energy!

It's a monster.

We're gonna

kiss the snake on the tongue.

Kiss the serpent.

But if it senses fear,

it'll eat us instantly.

But if we kiss it without fear,

it'll take us through the garden,

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,

born on 2-12-39, musician, organist.

Name, occupation?

- Uh, Jim.

This way, Mr. Sullivan.

They're called "The Doors." They have

the No. 1 single in the country now.

"Light Your Fire."

- "Light Your Fire?" - Yes.

Now, they're not your usual group, but

they're gonna fit in just fine.

No wonder.

"Light My Fire" is No. 1 .

So what's your room number?

- Uh, I'll talk to you later, OK?

You've got very serious hair.

- Were you pinching her butt?

What about me? - I don't want to

open up that can of worms.

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