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Rating: "Strange days... have found us..."
The start of my journey coincides with the beginning of the Doors' CD. An atmosphere like a haunted house with a voice that seems to sing through a megaphone underwater. Scream. The bass and drums compete to see who is more sophisticated, more beautiful. The awareness that once you enter a "strange day," you will never leave it, you can only get used to the change of scene. Without thinking there could be a way back.
"You're lost little girl..."
The fairy tale song, the dreamy guitar, the bass that feels like a tear rolling down the face, then off through the countryside on a custom motorcycle, amidst blooming leaves and poppies, with the sun you could switch on and off like a giant lamp, suddenly the voice disappears, leaving only the scent of sun mixed with mud, and the voice comes back, it resumes raining impossible light "Yes but it's true..." entering with both feet into an impossible dream...
"You're lost..."
Silence.
Noise.
So much noise.
Energetic guitar riff introducing a revisited and rethought sexual encounter.
"Love me two times, one for tomorrow one just for today..."
The acquiescent girl who no longer speaks lets herself be carried away by your erotic fantasy pushed to the limits of the physical, but it really seems that the song is just another little song, a song with a pathetic and predictable text.
A small moment of energy with little lyricism.
But it is always a beautiful blues.
Then the fairy tale from before resumes, this time from the avenue we reach the lake, there's a party, everyone is smoking, and you are still unhappy, "Unhappy Girl", what more do you want, someone created this heavenly music for you, you believe you can elevate yourself to icon status when you're just a target and you should be happy, girl, not unhappy, there is a whole world of little guitars and distortions invented just for you, just get lost in the middle of the storm, between the "Horse Latitudes" of track 5, a foretaste of the American prayers of a few years later. Between rally storm and piano sounds suited to the environment which decays, bewildered, overwhelmed by itself. A utopian president of the United States, the psychedelic celebrations after having sailed a bit towards the most intense drive-in nature can offer, the vision of the moon reached, climbed, and longed for, accompanied by a passenger to spur and encourage, scared but curious, the roar of a silvery river leading to the most beautiful star in the sky, the waves on the side propelling you upwards, Ray looking at you from behind his glasses and saying "no fear, I handle the not very special and exciting effects, because I am sadder than you".
And you, the ticket for the journey, emotions included, have purchased it by sweating through a phase of post-adolescence spent at home.
Then the masterpiece.
A voice climbing the wall of the most hidden perceptions, those insights that make you feel so alien and less human, those planks of parquet ripped from the ground hanging onto your senses, standing in the middle of a current you cannot ford...
"When you're strange, no one remembers your name..."
This was "People Are Strange", meanwhile, you intermittently realize you are in the world and therefore have seen "My eyes have seen you..." certainly always in the semi-darkness of that infinite parabola of silences and winks, in those stairs that seem to lead somewhere but in reality are tumbles and somersaults towards the already thought... and then you want to scream!
But who made me take a journey that must end, I had paid the ticket for infinity, here they conned me, the record has tired me, I don't hear it anymore.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Unhappy Girl (02:00)
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, girl
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
05 Horse Latitudes (01:35)
When the still sea
Conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted currents
Breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
06 Moonlight Drive (03:02)
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evening that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight love
It's our time to try
Park besides the ocean
On our moonlight drive
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waking world that
Laps against our side
Nothing left open and
No time to decide
We'll stop into a river
On our moonlight drive
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You'll reach your hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide
It's easy to love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive
Come on baby, gonna take a little ride
Come on, down by the oceanside
Gonna get real close, get real tight
Baby, gonna drown tonight
Gonna drown, drown, drown
07 People Are Strange (02:12)
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Alright, yeah
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
08 My Eyes Have Seen You (02:29)
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Stand in your door
Meet inside
Show me some more
Show me some more
Show me some more
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Turn and stare
Fix your hair
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Free from disguise
Gazing on a city
Under television skies
Television skies
Television skies
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Eyes have seen you
Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys
On an endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
09 I Can't See Your Face in My Mind (03:26)
I can't see your face in my mind
I can't see your face in my mind
Carnival dogs consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind
Don't you cry
Baby, please don't cry
And don't look at me with your eyes
I can't seem to find the right lie
I can't seem to find the right lie
Insanity's horse adorns the sky
Can't seem to find the right lie
Carnival dogs consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind
Don't you cry
Baby, please don't cry
I won't need your picture until we say goodbye
10 When the Music's Over (10:56)
When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends, alive she cried
Waiting for me
Outside
Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arms
We're getting tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft yet very clear
Come today
Come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it
We want the world and we want it
Now
Now?
Now!
Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us, Jesus
Save us
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Eh? Okay, let's do one more.
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Other reviews
By Grasshopper
"Strange Days manages not to make us miss its predecessor too much."
"The absolute, breathless despair of 'The End' is replaced by a hard and concrete rage in 'When The Music's Over.'"
By joe strummer
The piano is the absolute protagonist in creating the hypnosis; the words perfectly fit into the musical fabric giving life to something subliminal.
‘Cancel my subscription to the resurrection’ is the emblematic phrase, Morrison leads us to explore the depths of the subconscious.
By nikko89
"Strange days have found us, and that’s already saying everything."
"When the music’s over," worthy counterpart of the Oedipal "The End" from the first album.
By Alevox
"Jim Morrison is no longer a singer: he is an angel of the apocalypse."
"Strange Days found them at the height of theatrical and poetic expression, capturing the anomaly beneath the era's surface."
By paolofreddie
Jim is a cursed rock poet, a solitary author who reads books by Blake and writes poem after poem, song after song.
"When the Music's Over," a love declaration from Jim to music (music is your only friend until the end).
