When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door [what man?] [...] There's only four ways to get unraveled One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor 'till [sodomy?] His wife gets home [...] All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way, yeah [...] Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs [gods?] There are still a few animals Left out in the yard [...] [...] We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon Callin' on the dogs [gods?] Callin' on the dogs [gods?] Oh, it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs [gods?] Callin' in the dogs [gods?] Callin' all the dogs [gods?] Callin' on the gods You gotta meet me Too late, baby Slay a few animals At the crossroads Too late All in the yard [...] By the crossroads You gotta meet me [...] At the edge of town [...] Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Somethin' new Somethin' else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun [...] [...]
"The Soft Parade," The Doors, the soft parade.
And he [Morrison] finally got there [the vocal theater and rhythmic tension of those first breakthrough records], at the very end of the album, in "The Soft Parade" [...] Morrison growls in ecstasy: "This is the best part of the trip!" And it is, a resolution of the fanfares and detours all over the rest of The Soft Parade, into that original pagan magic.
Fricke, David, the insert, the doors/the soft parade, Rhino Entertainment Company, 2007.
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