The fact that there isn't a review of this damn album is puzzling... so, while we wait for someone to write a proper one, I will jot down a few silly lines. I don't think it's necessary to talk about each song since we're dealing with the Doors; I only recommend listening to it from the beginning to "The End" so that you can relax for a good hour and a half, and think about your own damn troubles, taking solace in the fact that Jim was much, much worse off... and smelled bad.
The only way to keep up with his fits of madness (because he was crazy, c'mon...) would be to take a good amount of acid ourselves, but since we are not all crazy, we understand nothing; we think we understand when he says "this is the end, my only friend" but we don't, and hopefully, we're not in agreement as a result... the end is not a friend. Christ.
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