The Doors: ‘The End’

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes, again

Can you picture what will be? so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some, stranger’s hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, all the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles

Ride the snake, he’s old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, the west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us, the blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother, I want to…

C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, c’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, beautiful friend

This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

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Bob Dylan ‘Positively 4th Street’, la importancia del alejamiento de los hipócritas

Dedicada para los falsos amigos, los Judas y los hipócritas (tanto ellos como ellas).

Lo mejor de todo es detectarlos a tiempo y alejarse. Tengan cuidado con los que solo “quieren estar siempre del lado de los ganadores…” Son trepas. Y garrapatas. Todo el mundo conoce o ha tratado con alguno. Incluso Mr Bob Dylan.

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning…

¡Gracias por este temazo Bob!
Nos sentimos menos solos y mejor cuando escuchamos canciones así.

ESCUCHAR Positively 4th Street (o también pinchando la foto)

Jim Morrison, ‘The Severed Garden’

FRAGMENTO DE LA LETRA (en el vídeo, completa)

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden.

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed.

Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s claws.

No more money, no more fancy dress
this other kingdom seems by far the best…

Letra: Jim Morrison
Música: The Doors, a partir del Adagio de Albinoni

Morrison nunca pudo escuchar esa música sobre la estupenda y gótica letra de su poema, ya que el tema es póstumo. Cuanto más la escucho más me parece que la escribió para sí mismo y nunca pudo acertar más…

La segunda foto, sin ser excelente, está tomada hace unos tres años en el interior del Panteón de Agripa, por donde entra el “Ojo del Dios Sol”. Parece una ventana a otro mundo (si es que lo hubiera). De existir, seguro que desde allí velan por nosotros los que ya no están y nos quisieron.