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 | | The excitement Jim Morrison elicits nearly thirty years after his death is just one of the many fascinating and seemingly eternal aspects of the Doors. Lest it be forgotten, the band also recorded some of the darkest and most challenging music of their time. What is so distinctive about the Los Angeles monster group is how the musicians -- especially the multifaceted Ray Manzarek -- successfully melded rock, jazz-inspired improvisation, and Weill-esque angularity into dramatic settings for Morrison's haunting baritone and acid-damaged poetry. Their amazing range set them apart from their Psychedelic brethren, as they moved seamlessly from the propelling rock of "Break on Through," the breathy beauty of "Indian Summer," the manic blues of "Five to One" and the Coltrane-flavored "Light My Fire" to the funky edginess of "Peace Frog" (it could be argued that the latter was the single biggest influence on the 1980s "Madchester" scene). Whether you feel that Morrison was a brilliant and complex modern-day shaman or a second-rate pretty-boy poet who lost it to alcohol and pills, it's impossible to deny the long-lasting impact the Doors have had on rock 'n' roll. |
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Doors, The Song Lyric:
House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.
Well, I've got one foot on the platform.
the other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I'm one.
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