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Chains Of Misery
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There's a madman in the corner of your eye,
He likes to pry, into your sunlight,
He wants to burst into the street with you and I,
A world of shadows and of rain,
He's seen what love is,
He wants to pay you back with guilt.
He lies to you he won't let you be,
He's got your chains of misery,
He won't be still till he's turned your key,
He holds your chains of misery.
There's a prophet in the gutter in the street,
He say "you're damned!", and you believe him,
He's got a vision but it shines out through your eyes,
A world of hatred and fear,
He's felt what love means,
He wants to pay you back with pain.
[Chains of misery - Iron maiden]
He likes to pry, into your sunlight,
He wants to burst into the street with you and I,
A world of shadows and of rain,
He's seen what love is,
He wants to pay you back with guilt.
He lies to you he won't let you be,
He's got your chains of misery,
He won't be still till he's turned your key,
He holds your chains of misery.
There's a prophet in the gutter in the street,
He say "you're damned!", and you believe him,
He's got a vision but it shines out through your eyes,
A world of hatred and fear,
He's felt what love means,
He wants to pay you back with pain.
[Chains of misery - Iron maiden]
Been Down So Long
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Well, I've been down so Goddamn long,
That it looks like up to me,
Well, I've been down so very damn long,
That it looks like up to me,
Yeah, why don't one you people,
C'mon and set me free.
I said, warden, warden, warden,
Won't you break your lock and key,
I said, warden, warden, warden,
Won't ya break your lock and key,
Yeah, come along here, mister,
C'mon and let the poor boy be.
[Been Down So Long - The Doors]
That it looks like up to me,
Well, I've been down so very damn long,
That it looks like up to me,
Yeah, why don't one you people,
C'mon and set me free.
I said, warden, warden, warden,
Won't you break your lock and key,
I said, warden, warden, warden,
Won't ya break your lock and key,
Yeah, come along here, mister,
C'mon and let the poor boy be.
[Been Down So Long - The Doors]
Ghost Song
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Awake,
Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child,
my sweet one, Choose the day and choose the
sign of your day, The day's divinity, First thing
you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon,
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side,
And we laugh like soft, mad children,
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy,
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones,
The time has come again, Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon, Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest, Enter the hot dream,
Come with us, everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater,
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns have stormed, The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest,
To dance and save us,
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.
Oh great creator of being, Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art, And perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations,
When the true kings murderers are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land,
Where are the feast we are promised?
One more thing...
Thank you oh lord, For the white blind light,
Thank you oh lord, For the white blind light.
A city rises from the sea, I had a splitting headache,
From which the future's made.
[Ghost Song - The Doors]
Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child,
my sweet one, Choose the day and choose the
sign of your day, The day's divinity, First thing
you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon,
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side,
And we laugh like soft, mad children,
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy,
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones,
The time has come again, Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon, Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest, Enter the hot dream,
Come with us, everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater,
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns have stormed, The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest,
To dance and save us,
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.
Oh great creator of being, Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art, And perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations,
When the true kings murderers are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land,
Where are the feast we are promised?
One more thing...
Thank you oh lord, For the white blind light,
Thank you oh lord, For the white blind light.
A city rises from the sea, I had a splitting headache,
From which the future's made.
[Ghost Song - The Doors]
Hyacinth House
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I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me,
I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me,
I need somebody who doesn't need me.
Why did you throw the Jack of Spades away?
Why did you throw the Jack of Spades away?
It was the only card in the deck I had left to play.
But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend,
But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend,
And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend,
The end.
[Hyacinth House - The Doors]
I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me,
I need somebody who doesn't need me.
Why did you throw the Jack of Spades away?
Why did you throw the Jack of Spades away?
It was the only card in the deck I had left to play.
But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend,
But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend,
And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend,
The end.
[Hyacinth House - The Doors]
Love Her Madly
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Don't ya love her madly,
Don't ya need her badly,
Don't ya love her ways,
Tell me what you say.
Don't ya love her madly,
Wanna be her daddy,
Don't ya love her face,
Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door,
Like she did one thousand times before.
[Love Her Madly - The Doors]
Don't ya need her badly,
Don't ya love her ways,
Tell me what you say.
Don't ya love her madly,
Wanna be her daddy,
Don't ya love her face,
Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door,
Like she did one thousand times before.
[Love Her Madly - The Doors]
The Wasp
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Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance,
Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream,
I
thin raft,
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our
escaping,
This is the land where the Pharaoh died.
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered,
They are saying, "Forget the night,
Live with us in forests of azure,
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars,
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you about the heartache,
I'll tell you about the heartache and the loss of God,
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
The meager food for souls forgot,
I'll tell you about the maiden with raw iron soul.
[The Wasp - The Doors]
The Doors Of Perception
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"Real poetry doesn't say anything,
it just ticks off the possibilities...
opens all doors,
you can walk through any one that suits you.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything,
it's to deliver people from the limited ways
in which they see and feel."
[James Douglas Morrison]
it just ticks off the possibilities...
opens all doors,
you can walk through any one that suits you.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything,
it's to deliver people from the limited ways
in which they see and feel."
[James Douglas Morrison]
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