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Waiting For The Sun
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THE doors
WAITING FOR THE SUN
Original 1968 album liner notes
Side One
1. HELLO, I LOVE YOU 2:22
2. LOVE STREET 3:06
3. NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH 3:54
4. SUMMER’S ALMOST GONE 3:20
5. WINTERTIME LOVE 1:52
6. THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER 3:10
Side Two
1. SPANISH CARAVAN 2:58
2. MY WILD LOVE 2:50
3. WE COULD BE SO GOOD TOGETHER 2:20
4. YES, THE RIVER KNOWS 12:35
5. FIVE TO ONE 4:22
All selections written, arranged and performed by THE DOORS.
Douglas Lubahn, occasional bass. On The Unknown Soldier, Kerry Magness plays bass. On Spanish Caravan, Leroy Vinegar plays acoustic bass and Douglas Lubahn plays electric bass.
© Copyright Nipper Music Co., Inc. Public performance cleared through ASCAP.
__________________________________________________________________
THE doors
JIM MORRISON vocals
RAY MANZAREK keyboards
ROBBY KRIEGER guitar
JOHN DENSMORE drums
__________________________________________________
Produced by PAUL A. ROTHCHILD
Engineer: BRUCE BOTNICK
Production Supervisor: JAC HOLZMAN
Art Direction & Design: WILLIAM S. HARVEY
Front cover photo: PAUL FARRARA
Back cover photo: GUY WEBSTER
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The Celebration Of The Lizard / Jim Morrison
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shining skin.
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can’t remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
I can’t live thru each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good old stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .
Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called ‘go insane’
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we’ll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose.
And I’m right there, I’m going too.
Release control, we’re breaking through.
Way back deep into the brain
Back where there’s never any pain.
And the rain falls gently on the town.
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights.
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning.
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets.
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples
Wait
There’s been a slaughter here.
(Don’t stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We’re getting out of town
We’re going on the run
And you’re the one I want to come)
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let’s run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C’mon baby run with me
Let’s run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let’s run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won’t know a thing till you get inside
Dead president’s corpse in the driver’s car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C’mon along, we’re not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar.
Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister’s daughter’s in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We’re almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!
Let the carnival bells ring
Let the serpent sing
Let everything
We came down
The rivers & highways
We came down from
Forests & falls
We came down from
Carson & Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
& I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
‘I am the lizard king
I can do anything
I can make the earth stop in its tracks
I made the blue cars go away
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.’
Lyrics to a theatre composition by The Doors
Copyright © 1968 by Nipper Music Co., Inc.
All rights reserved. Public performance cleared through ASCAP.
STEREO
elektra
ELEKTRA RECORDS, 1855 Broadway, New York, N.Y. 10023
Printed in U.S.A.
EKS-74024
(stereo)
Also Playable on Mono Phonographs
To buy this recording from Amazon.com, click here: Waiting for the Sun
__________________________________________________THE doors
WAITING FOR THE SUN
Original 1968 album liner notes
Side One
1. HELLO, I LOVE YOU 2:22
2. LOVE STREET 3:06
3. NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH 3:54
4. SUMMER’S ALMOST GONE 3:20
5. WINTERTIME LOVE 1:52
6. THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER 3:10
Side Two
1. SPANISH CARAVAN 2:58
2. MY WILD LOVE 2:50
3. WE COULD BE SO GOOD TOGETHER 2:20
4. YES, THE RIVER KNOWS 12:35
5. FIVE TO ONE 4:22
All selections written, arranged and performed by THE DOORS.
Douglas Lubahn, occasional bass. On The Unknown Soldier, Kerry Magness plays bass. On Spanish Caravan, Leroy Vinegar plays acoustic bass and Douglas Lubahn plays electric bass.
© Copyright Nipper Music Co., Inc. Public performance cleared through ASCAP.
__________________________________________________________________
THE doors
JIM MORRISON vocals
RAY MANZAREK keyboards
ROBBY KRIEGER guitar
JOHN DENSMORE drums
__________________________________________________
Produced by PAUL A. ROTHCHILD
Engineer: BRUCE BOTNICK
Production Supervisor: JAC HOLZMAN
Art Direction & Design: WILLIAM S. HARVEY
Front cover photo: PAUL FARRARA
Back cover photo: GUY WEBSTER
__________________________________________________
The Celebration Of The Lizard / Jim Morrison
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shining skin.
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can’t remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
I can’t live thru each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good old stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .
Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called ‘go insane’
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we’ll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose.
And I’m right there, I’m going too.
Release control, we’re breaking through.
Way back deep into the brain
Back where there’s never any pain.
And the rain falls gently on the town.
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around,
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights.
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning.
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant,
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets.
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples
Wait
There’s been a slaughter here.
(Don’t stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We’re getting out of town
We’re going on the run
And you’re the one I want to come)
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let’s run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C’mon baby run with me
Let’s run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let’s run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won’t know a thing till you get inside
Dead president’s corpse in the driver’s car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C’mon along, we’re not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar.
Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister’s daughter’s in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We’re almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!
Let the carnival bells ring
Let the serpent sing
Let everything
We came down
The rivers & highways
We came down from
Forests & falls
We came down from
Carson & Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
& I can tell you
The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade
‘I am the lizard king
I can do anything
I can make the earth stop in its tracks
I made the blue cars go away
For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.’
Lyrics to a theatre composition by The Doors
Copyright © 1968 by Nipper Music Co., Inc.
All rights reserved. Public performance cleared through ASCAP.
STEREO
elektra
ELEKTRA RECORDS, 1855 Broadway, New York, N.Y. 10023
Printed in U.S.A.
EKS-74024
(stereo)
Also Playable on Mono Phonographs
