The Doors: The Soft Parade Page #4

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have happened during a blackout.

They must have expressed some feeling.

To tell you the truth,

they're not living anymore, so ...

I don't like to talk about that.

Could you at least tell us

how they died?

It was a horrible car crash,

in New Mexico,

in the 50's.

My father ran right into a truckload

of Navajos. They were

all over the highway bleeding.

Their souls,

kind of stirring in the breeze,

just leapt into mine.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Krieger,

do you really consider

Mr. Morrison a shaman?

Don't worry about it.

It happens to other guys, too.

Wanna do some coke?

It'll loosen you up.

- Sure, a new thing.

Wow, how old is this?

That's 14th century.

Witchcraft!

- Religion, you know.

Witchcraft ... witches

are the protectors of the seasons,

the goddesses of the grain,

and when crossed,

destroyers.

You ever try drinking blood?

What?

It works, you know.

If you drink it

at the right time of the moon.

They used to

dance in the forests, naked.

I think that's what offended the

Puritans and led to the burnings.

They were a sexual threat

to their male order,

like the Bacchae.

5 days a year for Dionysus they used

to wander the hills of ancient Greece.

The first witches.

Clans.

Wild women.

Looting.

F***ing.

Eating animals raw.

Looking for Dionysus,

to tear him to pieces.

Where do you ... get the blood?

"Blood is the rose

of mysterious union."

A symbol of potency.

Now you.

I can't cut myself. - Don't be such a

child! If I do it, you have to

do it.

You do it.

Come on, Rock God, f*** me!

F*** me good!

What do you want me to do?

What can I do, baby?

What's the matter, baby?

- Will you die for me?

What do you want me to do?

- Maybe I should

see a doctor or something.

What do you think,

someone from the Freudian philosophy?

It happens to other guys too.

That's the irony.

Girls want my dick,

not my words.

It's not so complicated,

it's just sex, you know.

I'll never wake up

in a good mood again.

It's the hours, and the pressure,

to do everything

like it's your last performance.

We weren't built to last.

You never know.

You're setting yourself up, you know.

- You never know.

You're a poet, not a rock star.

Do you really know what I am, Pam?

You know what poetry is? - You don't

belong on the "Ed Sullivan Show."

Who am I?

Where is the feast

they promised us?

Where is the new wine?

Dying on the vine?

See, I lied to you.

I love fame.

I do love fame.

Why are you doing this to me? - 'cause

you're there. - And that's gonna help?

Maybe if you just put

a little soul in your success.

Suck it, Mommy, come on! - F*** you!

- Hey, where are you going?

Where do you think you're going?

I love my girl!

How many other guys have you

f***ed since you been with me?

How many dogs

have you f***ed?

You're the only one who couldn't make

it, you a**hole, the only limp

dick!

Would you die for me?

Would you die for me?

- No! Would you die for me? No!

Sure!

I'd die for anybody.

Please! - Would you die for me?

- Yes! - I don't believe you.

Say it! - Yes! Yes!

- Die for me. - Yes!

Would you die for me? - Yes.

I'm just a clown.

Am I a clown?

I need a home.

- With me.

A place to hide.

I'm sorry, baby,

we're gonna f*** death away!

Come on!

Let's f*** death away. Come on.

Alright ...

An ancient lunatic

reigns in the trees of the night.

We've got a serious

problem up here.

The fire marshall is not going

to let this concert go on

unless you clear the aisles

and go back to your seats.

Unless you clear these aisles,

there is no show.

Hear the sound of the crowd? - I don't

even like rock bands. They're

sleazy.

Come on! - You like that?

- Like Nuremburg.

Like that?

- Like Germans.

Beg!

- I'm begging?

Do you want to f*** me, huh?

Don't ever f***ing lie to me again.

- About what?

Your father. Why do you tell me

bullshit like he's dead?

He is dead, both of them, dead.

If he's so dead,

why was he on the phone when I called?

What? - You didn't really think

you'd get away with that, did you?

Your father's an admiral in the Navy.

He was at the Gulf of Tonkin

when the Vietnam War broke out.

Your dad's deputy chief of operations.

Just don't ever lie to me again, OK?

What?

You shouldn't have done that. - What's

so hard about tracing your records?

You went to the University of Florida,

Albuquerque, New Mexico,

Arlington, Virginia, Washington D.C.

You have a brother and a sister.

"Seven miles long, "

it's all in "The End."

Where the f*** is Jim?

I'm sorry.

What did he do?

Did he love you?

How much?

And your mama?

Hatred is

a very underestimated emotion.

That doesn't matter

anymore, does it?

Do you hear them out there?

Are you listening to them?

It's you they want now.

It's not the Doors.

It's not your mother,

or your father's child.

It's you.

They don't want me,

they want my death.

Ripped to pieces.

Patricia, just hold me.

What are you doing there?

Nothing. - OK, both of you out!

No one's allowed backstage.

You idiot, don't you know who this is?

- I'm with the band. - Let's go!

Hey. Hey pig!

- F***ing hippie! - F*** you!

Mother f***er!

They got Jim!

What the f*** is going on here?

What are you doing?

I'm blind!

He's under arrest.

- Are you nuts! - Don't rub your eyes.

Come on!

Leave him alone.

He doesn't need more sh*t these days!

What do you know

about what he needs?

F***!

Let me tell you about something that

just happened right here in New

Haven.

This is New Haven, isn't it?

New Haven, Connecticut?

United States of America.

Is the West really the best,

or are you just stoned on weed?

"Light My Fire!"

Come on, sing "Light My Fire!"

I was with this girl backstage.

We wanted some privacy, so ...

we went into this shower stall.

No, we weren't doing anything,

just talking.

All of a sudden,

this little man came in,

with a little blue hat

and a little blue suit.

And he said,

"What are you doing in there?"

And I said, "Nothing."

And he said,

"Well, you better

get out of there, or ..."

"Or what?" I said.

And he started pushing me.

Yeah, so I started pushing back.

He didn't like that.

Then he reached behind, and

he pulled out a little can of mace.

And he sprayed it

right in my eyes.

He f***ing blinded me!

Why?

All because I was alone

in a room with a girl,

doing what he'd like to be doing, if

he could only get it up without

a gun.

In the United States

of America!

"Land of the Free,

Home of the Brave."

"In God we trust."

No, no! Say your thing.

- You've gone too far.

The show's over.

You've violated state obscenity laws.

You're under arrest.

There you go.

Get your hands off me, you slaves!

This isn't happening to me,

it's happening to you!

Let's just say

I was testing the bounds of reality.

That's all.

I was curious.

I kind of always

preferred to be hated.

Like Erich von Stroheim

in the movies:

The man you loved to hate.

That's meant to be ironic.

Like courage wants to laugh.

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