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Titres les plus populaires de The Doors
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jim Morrison
Chant
The Doors
Interprète
John Densmore
Batterie
John Haeny
Direction d’orchestre
Ray Manzarek
Claviers
Robby Krieger
Guitare
Bruce Botnick
Flûte à bec
Ray Neapolitan
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jim Morrison
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Densmore
Production
John Haeny
Production
Ray Manzarek
Production
Robby Krieger
Production
Jac Holzman
Ingénierie
Bruce Botnick
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paul A Rothchild
Production
Paroles
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV tower
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour?
Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
Writer(s): Robert A Krieger, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Jim Morrison
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