The Doors - The Soft Parade (69) | Текст песни

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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.
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy,
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy.
There’s only four ways to get unraveled -
One is to sleep and the other is travel at dawn.
One is a bandit up in the hills,
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home.
Catacombs,
Nursery bones,
Winter women
Growing stones,
Carrying babies
To the river$
Streets and shoes,
Avenues,
Leather riders
Selling news,
The Monk bought Lunch.
He he he, he bought a little.
Yes, he did.
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip.
This is the trip, the best part
I really like it.
What’d he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh.
Huh!
Yeah, I’m proud to be a part of this number!
Successful hills are here to stay,
Everything must be this way.
Gentle street where people play,
Welcome to the Soft Parade.
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. Aah, yeah!
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum.
People out to have some fun,
Cobra on my left,
Leopard on my right, yeah.
Deer woman in a silk dress,
Girls with beads around their necks,
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night.
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter,
The radio is moaning,
Calling to the dogs.
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard,
But it’s getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed.
Tropic corridor,
Tropic treasure,
What got us this far,
To this mind Equator?
We need someone or something new,
Something else to get us thru, yeah. C’mon!
1st voice:
But it’s getting harder.
Shoot a few animals
left out in the yard.
But it’s getting much harder.
You’d better come along.
Just you and I
and the evening sky.
Better bring your gun.
We’re gonna have some fun!
2nd voice:
Calling on the dogs,
Calling on the dogs,
Calling on the dogs,
Calling in the dogs,
Calling on the dogs,
Calling on the gods.
You gotta
Meet me
at the crossroads.
Gotta meet me
at the edge of town,
outskirts of the city.
We are so alone.
You’d better come along.
You’d better bring your gun.
3rd voice:
Too late, baby!
Too late!
Whoa!
You’ve got great, hey!
Having a good time.
Let’s fun!
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure.
“When all else fails,
we can whip the horses’
eyes and make them sleep
and cry.”

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