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Rating: There are those who say they only appreciate the first album, others who say they like the first two, in short, you hear a bit of everything. The psychedelic experience of "The Doors" and "Strange Days" belongs to the past. Here we are faced with an album of electric rock blues.
"Morrison Hotel" is from 1970, and the Doors once again enjoy shuffling the deck. With "The Soft Parade" from 1969, they introduced a small orchestra; for many, "The Soft Parade" is the weakest album in their discography, perhaps because of those weaker songs that certainly exist and somewhat ruined the album, even though everything else works fairly well. Sweeping away the orchestra, the Doors locked themselves in the recording studio and what came out was a new sound in their repertoire, but this time with excellent results, both musically and commercially.
It's precisely "Roadhouse Blues" that opens the album, with the classic and captivating melody of the guitar and electric piano. "Waiting For The Sun" is not a rock blues piece, but it still enchants with its keyboard camouflaged by a strange effect and the visionary evocation it emanates, with flashes of sun in a sunless sky;
"You Make Me Real" is the classic rock blues piece and I also think it's Morrison's flagship; the piece, however, leaves room for Krieger's very interesting guitar, which in some ways recalls "Love Me Two Times" from "Strange Days".
"Peace Frog" is based on Krieger's muted chords with a repetitive singing that always flows into the classic rock blues groove; the connection with "Blue Sunday" is ingenious, a decadent and sentimental song à la Frank Sinatra, dedicated to his partner Pamela Courson. The first side concludes with "Ship Of Fools," still electric rock blues where Morrison's singing seems more mature and challenging.
On the second side, to summarize, there's "The Spy," an entirely jazz piece that is very beautiful and interesting, "Queen Of The Highway" a somewhat melancholic rock track in my opinion, but very beautiful, "Indian Summer" another decadent and nocturnal melody with a guitar that slides over nostalgic shades. "Maggie M'Gill," more rock than blues, concludes this masterpiece by the Doors.
Special mention goes to Jim Morrison's lyrics, always beautiful, visionary, and highly intellectual, which always work especially when mixed with a good dose of music that is called Doors.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Roadhouse Blues (04:04)
Yeah!
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse
we're gonna have a real
good time
Yeah, back at the roadhouse I got someone to love
yeah, back at the roadhouse I got someone to love
dance for the people
like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, all night long
Do it, Robby, do it
Yau gotta roll, roll, roll
yau gotta thrill my soul, all right
roll, roll, roll, roll
thrill my soul tonight
passion lady, passion lady
give up your vows, give up your vows
save our city, save our city
right now
Well, i woke up this morning, i got myself a beer
well, i woke up this morning, and i got myself a beer
the future's uncertain, and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, all night long
02 Waiting for the Sun (03:59)
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?
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.
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
03 You Make Me Real (02:52)
I really want you
Really do
Really need you 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 feel love
Make me free
Oh c'mon
I really want you
Really do
Really need you baby
Really do
Well I'm not real enough to love you
Oh what can I do?
You make me real
Only you baby
Have that appeal
So let me slide into your tender sunken sea
Make me free love
Make me free
Oh yeah
You make me real
All right
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
04 Peace Frog (02:49)
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me
She came just about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs down the length of the city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin'
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic L.A.
Blood screams the pain 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 knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me
08 The Spy (04:17)
I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.
I know the words 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 words that you long to hear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.
I know ev'rything. Ev'rything you do. Ev'rywhere you go.
Ev'ryone you know.
I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dreams, that you're dreamin' of.
I know the words 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
you
What you do.
And I know.
09 Queen of the Highway (02:47)
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
Come on
11 Maggie M'Gill (04:23)
Doors polyphonic ringtones
Doors sheet music
Concert tickets
Miss Maggie M'Gill, she lived on a hill
Her daddy got drunk and left her the will
So she went down, down to Tangie Town
People down there really like to get it on
Now if you're sad and you're 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 Rock n' Roll star
Illegitimate son of a Rock n' Roll star
Mom met dad in the back of a Rock n' Roll car
Well, I'm an old blues man and I think that you understand
I've been singing the blues ever since the world began
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill
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By the clash
At first listen it didn’t make a really good impression on me. Except for the famous ROADHOUSE BLUES, the other tracks seemed particularly old, bland.
It’s a transitional album, neither bad nor good.
