Тексты песен «Doors»

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...

Thoughts in time and out of season The Hitchhiker Stood by the side of the road And leveled his thumb In the calm calculus of reason Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A. I was out on the desert for...

"The Mosquito" No me moleste mosquito No me moleste mosquito No me moleste mosquito Why don't you go home? No me moleste mosquito Let me eat my burrito No me moleste mosquito Why don't you go...

The movie will begin in five moments The mindless voice announced All those unseated will await the next show. We filed slowly, languidly into the hall The auditorium was vast and silent As we seated and were darkened,...

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...

"The Peking King And The New York Queen" Well, I heard a story you can judge it's worth About the sun and the moon This time they came down to earth They passed in the heavens each day up above Time after time and it...

"The Piano Bird" The bird sings outside my piano Lark of sweet love singing low The more I play, the more he sings He lives right up there in the green tree Singing to me melodies And in return, I play for him I played...

Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain Souths Cruel bindings. The servants have the power Dog-men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the...

wow, im sick of doubt live in the light of certain south, cruel bindings the servants have the power dogmen and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our assailers i'm sick of dour faces staring at me from...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

THE DOORS ALBUM: Morrison Hotel/Hard Rock Cafe SONG: The Spy (by Jim Morrison) I'm a spy in the house of love, I know the dream that you're dreamin' of, I know the word that you long to hear, I know your deepest...

I'm the spy in the house of love. I know the dream that you're dreaming of; I know the world that you long to hear. I know your deepest secret fear. I know ev'rything; Ev'rything you do; Ev'rything you go; Ev'rything...

I'm a spy in the house of love I know the dream that you're dreaming of I know the word that you long to hear I know your deepest secret fear I'm a spy in the house of love I know the dream that you're dreaming of I...

Wait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Unborn living, living, dead Bullet strikes the helmet's head And it's all over For...

Wait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Unborn living, living, dead Bullet strikes the helmet's head And it's all over For...

I wanna tell you 'bout texas radio and the big beat Comes out of the virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and hard to master Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance...