The Doors: The Soft Parade Page #5

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Essentially stupid situations.

I go out on stage

and howl for people.

In me, they see

exactly what they want to see.

Some say Lizard King,

whatever that means.

Or some black-clad leather demon,

whatever that means.

But really, I think of myself

as a sensitive,

intelligent human being,

but with the soul of a clown

that always forces me

to blow it at the most crucial moment.

I'm a fake hero.

A joke that God's played on me.

Hey everyone.

Pour me my breakfast,

Dolores.

What's the matter with Jimbo?

- He's p*ssy whipped!

Jim, eat this, man.

We got one last place to go. - Ray's

getting married today, remember?

"Alive!" she cried.

Ugh, I can't eat that,

it'll make me sick.

Gimme a Dos Equis, will you, Dolores?

And a "Ramos Fizz!"

- What happened to me last night?

You bet me a grand you're gonna walk

on the edge of the 9000 building.

Let's go right now. - Complaining

about going home to your sanctuary.

We were going to make a f***in' movie.

You bet me a thousand bucks, man.

Give him a double.

- A triple.

Imagine me and Morrison

in a movie together:

two powerful, two Irish,

two-fisted drinking guys

in the same movie together.

Yeah, I'll direct the sh*t out of it.

If Dennis Hopper can do it, so

can I.

We'll all three direct it.

A real road movie, in black and white.

We'll call it "Zero."

What the f*** ...!

- F*** off, Morrison, get out of here!

F***in' jack-off!

It's only another 95 thousand.

But I can get the best clothes,

from India, from Morocco, Jim,

clothes you couldn't

get anywhere else.

And then we could get the richest

people to come, Miles Davis,

Sonny & Cher, the Stones ...

It could be the best boutique

on La Cienega, Jim.

Why don't we have a car?

You lost it.

- Yeah but ...

Where's the Gravy Train?

What's the matter with you?

What are you on?

You said you wouldn't drink today.

- No, Ma, I ain't drinkin'.

You promised. You're not gonna drink

anymore, are you? - No, Ma, I ain't.

And you're gonna change those stinky

leathers you've had on for 3 weeks?

Now I don't know about that.

What are you on?

Just some low-grade acid,

nothing heavy.

God! I cooked! I cooked a duck,

and people are coming, you know.

Ray and Dorothy think

we're flaky enough.

You said we'd wait until after, and

now you're going to peak before me.

No, it's cool, we'll trip and then

we'll eat our feast. - Sure!

No! No!

I think it's a good thing

about Ray and Dorothy. I do!

That ... women are such noble

creatures,they carry on your name

with dignity after you die.

Are you saying

you want to marry me, Jim Morrison?

I think women have basically

a comic approach to life.

How can they not? They spend their

lives with big d*cks seeking entry.

Come on, Ma, I want to look inside.

Like a spy.

I'm a spy

in the House of Love.

I know the dream

that you're dreaming of.

I know

the word

that you

long to hear.

I know

your deepest secret fear.

I know everything.

I love it when you sing to me.

- That's because

I'm the poet

and you're my muse.

"Lions in the street, roaming,

dogs in heat, rabid, foaming.

A beast caged in the heart

of the city, rotting

in the summer ground. He fled town,

and left chaos and disorder ..."

There's the nuptual couple!

What am I going to do

about all these papers?

Something to drink!

Jim! You really need somebody to

organize all this stuff.

Your handwriting

is just like a little kid.

Look at this! I wonder if William

Blake was ever this disorganized?

Honey!

You're trying too hard.

- I'm going to be your editor now.

Seriously, I'm gonna organize all this

stuff and take out all the f-words.

You're trying too hard.

- I'm not. - Yes you are.

There's some great poetry here,

some wonderful ideas.

Hey, come on in!

Hey, dog, how're you doing?

- There's some drinks over there.

What am I supposed to do?

Who am I supposed to be

around all these people? - Pamela.

I brought you something.

My girl, that's who.

I'm not your girl.

I'm not your girl. I know you f***

everything that touches you.

Don't give me that sh*t!

- Hey, I love my girl.

Hey, listen, listen everybody...

She's lookin good,

and to celebrate ...

Patricia, hey!

Pam, do you ...?

Have you ... met? She wrote

this great review of my poetry book.

Jim, why don't we go eat that turkey?

- Pam, let's go set those plates.

Are you Patricia Kennealy?

- You must be Pamela.

You actually

put your dick in this woman?

Well, sometimes, yeah.

I understand, I really do.

But don't ever expect that Jim's ever

gonna love you, or take care of you,

because you're one of a hundred.

- You don't know when to stop.

Look who's talking!

I'd like to think that Jim can make up

his own mind about who he loves.

Don't kid yourself. He's crazy, but

not that crazy, and he loves me.

Let's go check on the sweet potatoes.

- There they go again!

It's gonna be one of those dinners.

Glad you made it.

Jim, Robby, meet Chuck Vincent.

Hey ... - I just have one more thing

to say to you, Jim Morrison:

You have ruined

another Thanksgiving!

Bastard!

You killed my duck!

Pamela, Pamela, please!

What did you give to her, eh?

Come on Jimmy! - We'll work it out.

It's OK, it's OK, baby.

You want to know what murder is?

You want a little death?

Come on!

You want a little death?

Then kill me, come on.

Kill me, come on!

Kill me, go on!

Come on, give me some death!

You killed my duck.

You killed my duck.

And I'm still killing your f***ing

duck. There! Murder! Death!

Duck! Dead! Death f***ing dead!

There, the duck is dead!

Will you stop this sh*t and get sane!

- Don't you ever tell me what to do!

F*** off, Ray!

F*** you, Tom!

This party's getting low rent!

Let's split!

I guess we're not eating.

- Sh*t!

F*** it, man,

let's eat this thing!

What happened to us, Daddy?

There was some beautiful poetry.

Come on, honey.

- There was some beautiful poetry.

And action!

Your mother's here

with your brother.

I don't want to see them, Siddons.

What do you want me to do with them?

- Do you hear me? - They're waiting.

Ladies and gentlemen,

from Los Angeles, California,

The Doors!

I've been so Ionely,

I miss my girl!

Oh hi, I didn't realize you're

entertaining. - Hello, Jimmy.

I hope you are cool about this, eh?

Don't forget

your smack on the way out.

Are we talking about death choices?

- I'm just doing my thing,

just like we said.

Death - You're hurting me.

- Hurt? Are you in pain?

Well let me introduce you

to my friend "Pain".

F*** you!

Oh sanctuary ...

Looking for a place to hide?

I'll give you a place to hide.

- From you, you pig. - Forever.

Hey, honey,

this is the best part of the trip!

Sanctuary? Hold on, baby!

Come on, honey, we're almost home!

You're blinding me, baby.

Help, I'm blind!

That's better.

Hey, look out!

There's a cop right there, slow down!

- Where? Right there in front of us!

By right line, the running line,

by crooked and straight, I summon you.

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