The Doors: The Soft Parade Page #7

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Why don't I pull it out for you,

and shake it around a little bit?

Will that do it for ya?

Alright now, I'm gonna show it to you.

See it?

Yeah!

I want to see some action out there!

I wanna see some action out there!

No limits!

No laws! You wanna f***?

Come on up here! This is your show!

No limits, no laws!

Where's the guy with the penis?

Where is that son of a b*tch?

Mr. Morrison,

you are charged

with lewd behavior on four counts:

simulated masturbation,

public drunkenness,

profanity,

and public exposure.

How do you plead?

- Not guilty, your honor.

Your honor, there is playing right now

on Broadway a musical called "Hair, "

in which the actors disrobe

and appear naked onstage.

Objection, your honor, that is

irrelevant. - Sustained.

Your honor, how can you sustain that?

- Stick to the facts, counselor.

This is a major first amendment

violation by politicians and police.

Every witness they have brought here

has testified to not actually seeing

my client's genitals. Except one,

who is related to the officer.

I tell you, if you convict

on such lack of evidence,

I assure you, that some day,

in the still of the night,

you will wake up screaming.

Are you going to get rid of it?

Look ...

Wouldn't it be better to have it with

someone who wanted to be it's father?

A f***ing genius, that's what it'd be.

From you and me?

The child would be

a goddess or a god.

It would be a monster.

Look ...

I got this trial that's hanging on me,

and I can't afford this.

I don't want the responsibility.

You're a coward,

just a little boy!

The only way you can't afford it

is emotionally.

Those vows were forever

in the goddess' sight.

"Death does not part, only

lack of love." - Come on, Patricia!

I was stoned.

It seemed like

a fun thing to do at the time.

F*** you!

I'm gonna have the kid.

Then it will be your kid.

But if you want the abortion,

I'll be there with you.

Oh no, you won't! - Yes I will!

- Bullshit! You know who you are!

What difference does it make?

You never pretended?

I did.

I don't even

like kids perticularly.

But I don't like

the other f***ing thing either.

Have you looked

in the mirror lately?

Look at that stomach.

- Come on ...

Don't say those things.

James Douglas Morrison,

I hereby sentence you

to six months of hard labor in Dade

County Jail. And for public exposure,

I'm sentencing you to

60 days in the same.

After which you are to serve two years

and four months of probationary time.

Your honor, I have an appellate bond

in the sum of 50, 000 dollars here.

I ask that Mr. Morrison remain free,

pending his appeal.

Everywhere, Jacksonville, Dallas,

even Kent State University,

cancelled. The press, for the first

time, turned against us. We're f***ed.

Pam has called six times. Catherine,

Patricia, Judy. Gayle is pregnant.

You gotta go to the dentist.

Look Jim, go home, get some sleep.

And wash your hair.

- Take a bath.

This guy really despises us.

- We weren't invited to Woodstock,

20 other bands, but not us.

First Hendrix, now Janis.

The radio stations aren't playing us

in some big cities:

Philly, Cinci, Chicago, Detroit ...

We could drag this appeal out for

years. We can keep you out of jail.

The FBI's behind it, Jim.

They extradited you

to Miami illegally.

A new image:

slow, quiet, the beard,

the elder of the tribe.

"We want the world,

and we want it now!"

My eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Lord.

The band

you love to hate.

It was fun.

I think

I'm having a nervous breakdown.

Do you hear me, Jim Morrison?

- Life on the edge, baby!

We're rolling! Jump!

I want you to come back in here

this minute, Jim Morrison.

I am not

going to kill myself for you.

Your life is bullshit! If you love me,

come on out and get me!

Come on baby!

- Jim, gimme your hand.

Watch it! Once more with feeling!

Take two!

I don't want to die. - We're going to

finish writing "L.A. Woman."

I don't have an ending, Ray.

"All the poetry has wolves in it ...

the most beautiful of all ...

... dances in a ring of fire,

and throws off

the challenge with a shrug."

That's my girl!

Let's go! Let's leave this place.

Just you and me, baby.

We can, you know.

Just one more step.

No, no, no! I want to live!

I want to live with you!

"All the poetry has wolves in it, Pam.

All but one.

The most beautiful of all.

I hope you go out smiling.

Like a child

into the cool remnant of a dream.

The angel man

finally claimed

his benevolent soul.

Ophelia!

Leave sudden in silk.

Chlorine dream.

Mad, stifled witness."

Hi Dorothy, wow, you cut your hair.

- We're trying to have another baby.

Was your hair getting in the way?

Where's Ray? I got to catch a plane.

- He's upstairs.

Where's Princess?

- Out back.

We added a rain effect

to "Riders." It's great!

It's the best album since "Days."

I must admit,

pretty good for four guys who weren't

even talking to each other that day.

So you're really

going to live in Paris?

Yeah, you know,

be anonymous, write a book.

"Observations of an American

While on Trial in Miami."

You've still got a lot of

good songs in you, man.

I still think we've got

a couple of blues albums in us.

I'm pinned, man. They got

a category for everything we do.

I'm a wanted man.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss that feeling

of playing music with you.

You, John, miss me?

More than you think, a**hole.

We can always

"whip the horses eyes."

As far as I'm concerned,

I made music with Dionysus.

We had moments onstage

that no one will ever f***in' know.

You lay off those drugs, Robby.

Hey, Merry Christmas.

We'll get together again,

some strange way.

Maybe we'll make

a movie together, black and white.

Sabrina, this is for you.

Morrison, see you around.

- What, no "bon voyage?"

I'll see you back.

And little Princess Smiling Face,

this one's for you.

From Chief Mojo Rising.

Happy Birthday, Princess.

Let me see.

- It's you!

Forever young.

The strangest life

I've ever known.

Jim, got a plane to catch?

"We're reaching for death

on the end of a candle.

We're trying for something

that's already found us.

Last words. Out."

Did you get all that

I got it, Jim.

Come on, let's get some tacos.

Death.

It's not so bad.

I love my girl.

Jim?

Jim, is that you?

I knew it was you, Jim Morrison.

I always know when it's you.

Come on, baby, get out of the tub.

Come on! Mama will dry you off.

Just stop joking around, now,

you hear me, just cut it out.

Was it all right, Jim?

Did you enjoy it

when it came?

Just like you said you would?

"They are waiting to take us

into the severed garden.

You know how pale and wanton thrillful

comes death in the strange hour?

Unannounced, unplanned for,

like a scaring, over-friendly guest

you've brought to bed.

Death make angels of us all,

and gives us wings where we had

shoulders smooth as ravens' claws.

No more money, no more fancy dress,

this other kingdom seems the best.

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