The Doors: The Soft parade

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 cant make it anymore, the man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, champion sax and a girl named sandy
Theres 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
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
Ha ha, 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, whatd he say? , yeah!, yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh, huh!, yeah, Im proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay, everything must be this way
Gentle streets 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
The soft parade has now begun, listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun, a cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The 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 its getting harder, to describe sailors, to the underfed
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure
What got us this far, to this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, cmon
Callin on the dogs, callin on the dogs
Oh, its gettin harder, callin on the dogs
Callin in the dogs, callin all the dogs, callin on the gods
You gotta meet me, too late, baby
Slay a few animals, at the crossroads, too late
All in the yard, but its gettin harder, by the crossroads
You gotta meet me, oh, were goin, were goin great
At the edge of town, tropic corridor, tropic treasure
Havin a good time, got to come along, what got us this far
To this mild equator? , 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
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure, were gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails, we can whip the horses eyes
And make them sleep, and cry..........................................

Διαλεγοντας αυτο το μοναδικο κατα την ταπεινη μου γνωμη αριστουργημα δεν ηξερα αν ηθελα να το σχολιασω..Δεν ηξερα αν μπορουσα να πω κατι γι αυτο......"You cannot petition the lord with prayer!" αυτη η φραση με ειχε εντυπωσιασει απ την πρωτη φορα που το ακουσα πριν πολλα χρονια οταν ο καλος μου φιλος ,μου χαρισε το LP βοηθωντας με ετσι να συμπληρωσω ολη τη δισκογραφια του αγαπημενου μου γκρουπ.............

Με υπεροχες εναλλαγες στο ρυθμο του κ το υφος του σε ταξιδευει μαγικα.......Ακουμπωντας στους στιχους του παρασυρεσαι σ ενα ονειρικο συνονθυλευμα εικονων κ ηχων......TRIP!!!!!!!!!!!Αυτο μου χαριζει καθε φορα που τ ακουω..........Κ μηπως μερος μιας παρελασης δεν ειμαστε ολοι?????

Παρελαυνουμε απλα ...περναμε απ τον κοσμο ....παρατηρουμε κ μας παρατηρουν........Τιποτα δεν μπορει να τ αλλαξει αυτο ......Η διαδρομη ειναι διαφορετικη για τον καθενα αλλα το τερμα του ταξιδιου ειναι για ολους κοινο!!!!

Ο,τι συνανταμε εχει διαφορετικη αξια κ εικονα για τον καθενα...Οσα συναισθηματα γεννιουνται μεσα μας ειναι αποκυηματα της ψυχοσυνθεσης του καθενος...........Για ολους ομως το ταξιδι ειναι μοναδικο..........ΕΝΑ.....

Κ χωρις επιστροφη....

Αν προσπαθησετε να οπτικοποιησετε τους στιχους ισως το αποτελεσμα να σας παραπεμψει σε πινακα του Νταλι......Πανδαισια χρωματων κ σχηματων ακαθοριστης προελευσης κ σχεσης μεταξυ τους......Η εικονα που θα εχει φτιαξει στο μυαλλο του ο καθενας θα ειναι μοναδικα διαφορετικη!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Αυτη ειναι κ η ανεκτιμητη αξια τετοιων δημιουργηματων..............................Αφεθητε........................Ταξιδεψτε...........................................κ ζωγραφιστε........................