Yeah
Ah, keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Ah, keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
We're going to the roadhouse
We're gonna have a real, a good time, alright
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse
They've got some bungalows
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse
They've got some bungalows
Ay, well, that's where the people
Like to go down slow, alright
Let it roll, baby, roll
Roll, baby, roll
Roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
Yeah, do it, Robby, do it, yeah
Gotta roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul, alright
Yeah, gotta roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul, yeah, gotta
Chee-boba-loo, bow, bow, bow
Cha-cha, da, cha-cha, dow, dow
Cha-cha, da, cha-cha, chow, chow
Da, cha-cha, da, chow, chow, oh-uh
Da, cha-cha, da, cha-cha, oh-uh
Da, cha-cha, da, chow
Right now
Ashen lady
Ashen lady
Give up your vows
Give up your vows
Save our city
Save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning
Got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning
Got myself a beer
Well, the future's uncertain
And end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Roll, baby, roll
Roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
Thank you very much
The Doors - Morrison Hotel Album Lyrics
The Doors - Morrison Hotel Lyrics
Writer: Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger, James Morrison, John Densmore
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Doors Music Company
Waiting For The Sun
At first flash of Eden
We race down to the sea
Standing there on freedom's shore
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Can you feel it
Now that spring has come
And it's time to live in the
Scattered sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for you to
Come along
Waiting for you to
Hear my song
Waiting for you to
Come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest
Life I've ever
Known
Can't you feel it
Now that spring has come
That it's
Time to live in the
Scattered sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for
The sun
We race down to the sea
Standing there on freedom's shore
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Can you feel it
Now that spring has come
And it's time to live in the
Scattered sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for you to
Come along
Waiting for you to
Hear my song
Waiting for you to
Come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest
Life I've ever
Known
Can't you feel it
Now that spring has come
That it's
Time to live in the
Scattered sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for
The sun
Writer: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
You Make Me Real
I really want you
Really do
Really need ya baby
God knows I do
'Cause I'm not real enough without you
Oh, what can I do?
You make me real
You make me feel
Like lovers feel
You make me throw away mistaken misery
Make me free, love
Make me free
I really want you
Really do
Really need ya baby
Really do
Well I'm not real enough without you
Oh, what can I do?
You make me real
Only you
Have that appeal
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea
Make me free, love, make me free
You make me real
Alright
You make me feel
Like lovers feel
You make me throw away mistaken misery
Make me free, love, make me free
Make me free
You make me
Free
Really do
Really need ya baby
God knows I do
'Cause I'm not real enough without you
Oh, what can I do?
You make me real
You make me feel
Like lovers feel
You make me throw away mistaken misery
Make me free, love
Make me free
I really want you
Really do
Really need ya baby
Really do
Well I'm not real enough without you
Oh, what can I do?
You make me real
Only you
Have that appeal
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea
Make me free, love, make me free
You make me real
Alright
You make me feel
Like lovers feel
You make me throw away mistaken misery
Make me free, love, make me free
Make me free
You make me
Free
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Peace Frog
There's blood in the streets
It's up to my ankles
There's blood in the streets
It's up to my knees
Blood in the street
The town of Chicago
Blood on the rise
It's followin' me
Just about the break of day
She came in
And she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Blood on the streets
Runs a river of sadness
Blood in the streets
It's up to my thighs
The river runs down
The leg of the city
The women are crying
Red rivers of weeping
She came in town
And then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile
Egg-shell mind
Blood in the streets
In the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice
Blood in my love
In the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of
Fantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain
As they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born
In the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of
Mysterious union
There's blood in the streets
It's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets
It's up to my knees
Blood in the street
The town of Chicago
Blood on the rise
It's followin' me
It's up to my ankles
There's blood in the streets
It's up to my knees
Blood in the street
The town of Chicago
Blood on the rise
It's followin' me
Just about the break of day
She came in
And she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Blood on the streets
Runs a river of sadness
Blood in the streets
It's up to my thighs
The river runs down
The leg of the city
The women are crying
Red rivers of weeping
She came in town
And then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile
Egg-shell mind
Blood in the streets
In the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm tress of Venice
Blood in my love
In the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of
Fantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain
As they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born
In the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of
Mysterious union
There's blood in the streets
It's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets
It's up to my knees
Blood in the street
The town of Chicago
Blood on the rise
It's followin' me
Writer: John Densmore, Robby Krieger, James Morrison, Ray Manzarek
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Blue Sunday
I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday
She looked at me and told me
I was the only one in the world
Now I have found my girl
My girl awaits for me in tender time
My girl is mine, she is the world
She is my girl
La, la, la, la
She looked at me and told me
I was the only one in the world
Now I have found my girl
My girl awaits for me in tender time
My girl is mine, she is the world
She is my girl
La, la, la, la
My girl awaits for me in tender time
My girl is mine, she is the world
She is my girl
Writer: JIM MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Ship Of Fools
The human race was dyin' out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon
Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down
Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last
Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips
Looking for a new a ship
Come on, people better climb on board
Come on, baby, now we're going home
Ship of fools, ship of fools
The human race was dyin' out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools, ship of fools, ship of fools
Hey, climb on board now
The ships gon' leave you, and I'm far behind
I gotta find my own boat, yeah
Ship of fools, ship of fools
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon
Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down
Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last
Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips
Looking for a new a ship
Come on, people better climb on board
Come on, baby, now we're going home
Ship of fools, ship of fools
The human race was dyin' out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Ship of fools, ship of fools, ship of fools
Hey, climb on board now
The ships gon' leave you, and I'm far behind
I gotta find my own boat, yeah
Ship of fools, ship of fools
Writer: JIM MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Land Ho!
Grandma loved a sailor
Who sailed the frozen sea
Grandpa was a whaler
And he took me on his knee
He said, son, I'm going crazy
From livin' on the land
Got to find my shipmates
And walk on foreign sands
This old man was graceful
With silver in his smile
He smoked a briar pipe and
He walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters
And old time liberty
Songs of love and songs of death
And songs to set men free
Yea!
I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow
'Till half of us are dead
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive
If I get my hand on a number two
Come back home and marry you
Marry you
Marry you, alright!
Ey, land ho!
Ey, land ho!
Well, if I get back home and I feel alright
You know, babe, I'm gonna love you tonight
Love you right
Love you right
Ey, land ho!
Ey, land ho!
Ey, land ho!
Who sailed the frozen sea
Grandpa was a whaler
And he took me on his knee
He said, son, I'm going crazy
From livin' on the land
Got to find my shipmates
And walk on foreign sands
This old man was graceful
With silver in his smile
He smoked a briar pipe and
He walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters
And old time liberty
Songs of love and songs of death
And songs to set men free
Yea!
I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow
'Till half of us are dead
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive
If I get my hand on a number two
Come back home and marry you
Marry you
Marry you, alright!
Ey, land ho!
Ey, land ho!
Well, if I get back home and I feel alright
You know, babe, I'm gonna love you tonight
Love you right
Love you right
Ey, land ho!
Ey, land ho!
Ey, land ho!
Writer: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
The Spy
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know everything
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
Everyone you know
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy
I can see
What you do
And I know
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know everything
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
Everyone you know
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy
I can see
What you do
And I know
Writer: JIM MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Doors Music Company
Queen Of The Highway
She was a princess
Queen of the highway
Sign on the road said
Take us to madre
No one could save her
Save the blind tiger
He was a monster
Black, dressed in leather
She was a princess
Queen of the highway
Now they are wedded
She is a good girl
Naked as children
Out in the meadow
Naked as children
Wild as can be
Soon to have offspring
Start it all over
Start it all over
American boy, American girl
Most beautiful people in the world
Son of frontier, Indian Swirl
Dancing through the midnight whirlpool
Formless
Hope it can continue a little while longer, come one
Queen of the highway
Sign on the road said
Take us to madre
No one could save her
Save the blind tiger
He was a monster
Black, dressed in leather
She was a princess
Queen of the highway
Now they are wedded
She is a good girl
Naked as children
Out in the meadow
Naked as children
Wild as can be
Soon to have offspring
Start it all over
Start it all over
American boy, American girl
Most beautiful people in the world
Son of frontier, Indian Swirl
Dancing through the midnight whirlpool
Formless
Hope it can continue a little while longer, come one
Writer: JIM MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Indian Summer
I love you, the best
Better than all the rest
I love you, the best
Better than all the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
I love you, the best
Better than all, the rest
Better than all the rest
I love you, the best
Better than all the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
I love you, the best
Better than all, the rest
Writer: JIM MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Doors Music Company
Maggie Mgill
Miss Maggie MGill, she lived on a hill
Her daddy got drunk and left her no will
So she went down
Down to Tangie Town
People down there really like to get it on
Now, if youre sad and youre feeling blue
Go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes
And you go down
Down to Tangie Town
Cause people down there really like to get it on
Get it on
Illegitimate son of a rockn roll star
Illegitimate son of a rocknroll star
Mom met Dad in the back of a rocknroll car
Im an old blues man
And I think that you understand
Ive been singing the blues ever since the world began
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie MGill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie MGill
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie MGill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie MGill
Maggie, Maggie, roll on, roll
Roll on, Maggie MGill
Roll on, roll
Her daddy got drunk and left her no will
So she went down
Down to Tangie Town
People down there really like to get it on
Now, if youre sad and youre feeling blue
Go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes
And you go down
Down to Tangie Town
Cause people down there really like to get it on
Get it on
Illegitimate son of a rockn roll star
Illegitimate son of a rocknroll star
Mom met Dad in the back of a rocknroll car
Im an old blues man
And I think that you understand
Ive been singing the blues ever since the world began
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie MGill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie MGill
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie MGill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie MGill
Maggie, Maggie, roll on, roll
Roll on, Maggie MGill
Roll on, roll
Writer: JIM MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Copyright: Lyrics © Doors Music Company
Morrison Hotel is the fifth studio album by American rock band the Doors, released on February 9, 1970, by Elektra Records. After the use of brass and string arrangements recommended by producer Paul A. Rothchild on their previous album, The Soft Parade (1969), the Doors returned to their blues rock style filled with jazz shades. This album was largely seen as a return to form for the band. The group entered Elektra Sound Recorders in Los Angeles in November 1969 to record the album which is divided into two separately titled sides, namely: "Hard Rock Café" and "Morrison Hotel". Blues rock guitar pioneer Lonnie Mack and Ray Neapolitan also contributed to the album as session bassists.
The album reached No. 4 on the Billboard 200, and performed better overseas than the preceding album (it was the group's highest-charting studio album in the United Kingdom, where it peaked at No. 12). The accompanying "You Make Me Real" / "Roadhouse Blues" single peaked at No. 50 in May 1970 on the Billboard 100 chart. The cover photo was taken by Henry Diltz.
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The DoorsThe album reached No. 4 on the Billboard 200, and performed better overseas than the preceding album (it was the group's highest-charting studio album in the United Kingdom, where it peaked at No. 12). The accompanying "You Make Me Real" / "Roadhouse Blues" single peaked at No. 50 in May 1970 on the Billboard 100 chart. The cover photo was taken by Henry Diltz.
Genre(s): Blues rock, psychedelia, R&B
Producer(s): Blues rockpsychedeliaR&B
Length: Blues rockpsychedeliaR&B
Released: February 9th, 1970
Year: 1970