DoorsMiscellaneousNotebook PoemsTALES OF THE AMERICAN NIGHTDiscoveryAngels & Sailors (rich girls)Backyard fences, tentsdreams watching each othernarrowlySoft luxuriant carsGirls in garagesstripped, out to getliquor & clothesHalf-gallons of wine& six-packs of beerTender corral. Jumped.Humped. Born to suffer.Made to undress inthe wildernessCAN WE RESOLVE THE PAST- Hey man you want girlsPills grass come-onI show you good timeThis place has everythingCome-on, I show youBurlesque BeatCan we resolve the past -- lurking jawsjoints of Time -- the base -- to comeof age in a dry place -- holes & cavesThe music was new black polishedchrome & came over the summerlike liquid night -- the D.J.'sTook pills to stay awake & playfor 7 daysThe General's son had a sister.They went down to see him.They went to the studio & someoneknew him. Someone knewthe T.V. Showman.He came to our home room party &played records & when he left,in the hot noon sun, & walkedto his car, we saw the Chookshad written F-U-C-K on hiswindshield. He wiped it offw/ a white rag &, smiling cooly,drove away."He's rich. Got a big car."My friend drove an hour each dayfrom the Mts. The bus givesyou a hard-on w/books in yourlap. We shot the bird at theblack M.P.My gang will get you. Scenesof rape in the arroyo. Seductionsin cars, abandoned buildings.Fights at the food stand.The dust. The ShoesOpened shirts & raised collars.Bright sculptured hair.Spades dance best, from the hip.Someone shot the bird on theafternoon dance show. They gaveout free records to the bestcouple.ALWAYS A PLAYGROUND INSTRUCTORAlways a playground instructor,never a killer. Always a bridesmaidon the verge of fame, or over,he maneuvered 2 girls into hishotel room. One, a friend,and a newer stranger, vaguelyMexican or Puerto Rican.Poor boy's thighs & buttocks, scarredby a father's belt. She's tryingto rise. Story of her boyfriend& teen-age stone death games.Handsome cat, dead in a car.Come hereI love you.Peace on earthWill you die for meeat methis waythe end- I'm surprised you could get it up.He whips her lightly, sardonicallyw/ belt.- Haven't I been thru enough? she asks.The dark girl begins to bleed.It's Catholic heaven. I have anancient Indian crucifix aroundmy neck. My chest is hard& brown. Lying on stained &wretched sheets w/ a bleeding Virgin.We could plan a murder, orStart a religion.I WANT TO TELL YOUI want to tell youaboutTexas Radio & the Big Beatit comes out of the Virgin Swampscool & sloww/ plenty of precision& a back beat narrow& hard to mastersome call it heavenlyin its brillianceother mean & ruefulof the Western dreamI love the friends I havegathered togetherOn this thin raftwe have constructed pyramidsin honor of our escapingThis is the land whereThe pharaoh died --ChildrenThe river contains specimensThe voices of singing womencall us on the far shore& they are saying"Forget the Nightlive w/ us in Forestsof azure"(meager food for souls forgot)I tell you this;no eternal reward willforgive us now forwasting the dawnOne morning you awoke& the strange sun& opening your door...NOW LISTEN TO THIS"Now listen to this:I'll tell you aboutTexas Radio & the Big BeatSoft driven slow & madlike some new languageReaching your headw/ the cold & sudden furyof a divine messengerLet me tell you aboutheartache & the lossof GodWandering, wanderingin hopeless nightThe negroes in the forestbrightly featheredlet me show you the maidenw/ wrought-iron soulOut here on the perimeterthere are no starsOut here we is stonedimmaculate"TIME WORKS LIKE ACIDTime works like acidStained eyesYou see time flyThe face changes as the heart beats& breathesWe are not constantWe are an arrow in flightThe sum of the angles of changeHer face changed in the careyes & skin & hair remainthe same. But a hundred similargirls succeed each otherTHE SIDEWALKERS MOVED...The sidewalkers moved fasterWe joined the current. Suddenlythe cops, plastic shields & visors,wielding long thin truncheonslike wands, in formation,clearing the street the other way.To get near or stay away.Cafes were taking in tablesputting chairs on upsidedown, pulling teh steel playpensafety bars. Whistles asthe vans arrive. Moustachedsoldiers. We leave the scene.Eyes of youth, wary, gleaming.The church. A pastoral sceneof guitars, drums, flutes,harps, & lovers. PastShakespeare & Co., the restaurantsw/ elegant patrons, crossstreet, the small Jazzdistrict (Story Ville) aminiature New Orleans.Negroes in African shirts.A street brass band."Fare well to my web footed friends"Crowd smiles, jogs, & sings.Move past. San Michel Blvd.The Statue. The Seine. Bonfiresof cardboard buzz evilly,down the blvd. Fire-tenders.Smell of smoke. Approach closernearer. Suddenly screamslong warhoops & the crowd runsback. And as we flee,they attack from behind,Pressed against cafe tables.Subway & news Kiosk -- Agirl beaten, her cries. Can'thear blows. Rain. (Man w/ bottle)Join me at the demonstrationWe join groups under trees& rain. Tall public buildings.Join us at the demonstrationDreams are at once fruit & outcryagainst an atrophy of the senses.Dreaming is no solutionWE AWOKE, TALKING...We awoke, talking. Telling dreams.an explosion during the nightA new siren. Not cop, Fire,New York ambulance or europeanmovie riot news but the strangesiren predicting war. She ranto the window. The yellow thinghad risen.FEAR IS A PORCH...Fear is a porch where windsslide thru in the NorthA face at the Window thatbecomes a leafAn eagle sensing its disasterBut soaring gracefully aboveA rabbit shining in the nightSTILL WET FROM...Still wet from a strange dreamdawn burstscarring the chamber'sroof where all things lieI sat w/ her & sipped cold sherryAirport.(Caesura = ante-room to hell)START AGAINStart again: Should the events of thosedays... Dream of incest & expulsionfrom the tribe. Big Sister. It's calledthe clap. Get on over here, mother-of-pearl.I was a virgin. It lasted 10 seconds.Well don't then. "I can't relax." Roll theleather pants up tightly for the morrowhour.They deserted me, deserted the cause, messageor word for another god. "We're kickingyou out of our universe!" He ask'd for you.I'll bet he did.MYSTERY OF THE DREAMMystery of the dreama woman or girl is tryingto appearThe Killer -- Mexican, nakedexcept for shoes.People, a family not connectedmove at hypnotic cross linesout of still frame2 men, detectives, followingsearching, sifting thruback & side lit rooms, holdingmuted counsel. Hats, suits.Brothers.People in a wood, a park.The Killer lurks in hisown world.dreams of children & familiesreturn to the sub-worldto assimilate & guide eventsNew Orleans, sleep, (death'sfriend, death's sister)cattle, horsesfaces get rubbery, clown-painted,stupid sly & wise & knowingThe mystery of flightTo be inside the brain of a birdgoal -- the end of a goddessto slide gracefully &knowledgeably into gravelandThe Big dreamvsViolent assassination ofSpirit & neck & skullwounded he arrivedTHE DARK AMERICAN SUNSETThe dark American SunsetThe night like a vastconspiracy to dream, holdcourt in the swaying sandTijuana -- the anus of Nighta cartoon of civilizationWhores are bores in theAmerican NightWhat will we see in thebowels of the night, inThe frosted cave where dreamsare made, right before youreyes. Prophecy w/out money.This song must have the sadcommon strangeness of currencycoin of the realm. Bitterembers. Scent of pine smokeFire-Night, special breedingexercises. An excuse forcrime. High School of theNight. Silence of a schoolat night.L'AMERICAAcid dreams & Spanish QueensL'america (another?, lone?, voice)Asthma child, the fumidorLamericaDuchess, rabbit, the woods by the roadLamericaPearl Harbor -- Shot off the roadLamericaConceived in a beach TownLamericaRelevance of beach or LakesLamericaSinks, snakes, caves w/ waterFloridaHomo/-sex/-ualityLamericaReligion & the FamilyLamericaPlane crash in the Eastern WoodsVirginiaBailing-out over rice-fieldsLamericaGuerrilla band inside the townLamericaBitter tree of consciousnessLamericaA fast car in the night -- the roadLamericaProgress of The Good DiseaseLamericaAMERICA AS BULLRING ARENAThose indians, dreams, &the cosmic spinal bebop in blue.The cosmic horrors. The cosmicheebeejeebies. A combo of braintissue, blood, shit, sweatsperm & steel, mixed w/ grease& liquid fire, ovaric calendarsMagnified on innerTelevision lust-face, mirrorsinto Nothing, great silenceopens layers of prehistoricchinese monsters. The mouths,the mouths, the cellular MAW.A young Witch fromN.Y. is laying novice hexeson my brain-pan, projectingimages of embryo developmenton my psychology.Her terrified wildnessdisturbs my generals.Baby, now I dig yournightmare visions, & yoursadness & your bitcheryBut, yet, thank you forThese spells. It gets mypen moving.The screaming maggotgroup-grope called life.It's time for the desert wild.Lust capital.Time for an island, getdrunk, write & sail."I saw the Hell of womenback there."Women are obsolete"Little Wine -- dig that girl"We placate women w/food & songw/ sex, marriage, babiesYou dig kids, JimYeah, some of them are niceI like your wifeDemocracy of soulsTHE GUIDED TOURThe guided tour"I am a guide to the labyrinth"city is inside of body made manifestmeat organs & electricalpower plantsThe place where, walking downdeath-row ("You look like you're"),maps -- AMERICUS -- a river-veinwe ride along.give form to the passing worldFreeways are a drama, a newart form. Signs. Houses.Faces. Loud gabble of Blacksat a bus-stop.CAR CEMETERYcar cemeteryThe abandoned carsThe color of car paint, new at nightunder neonThe dead reside in cars-- the old man, filthy,keeper of the graveyardChildren, curious, throw stonesPLEASE LIKE MEplease like mesays the shrewwhat can I do?I love her.WOMAN'S VOICEWoman's Voice:The palace of sperm seems warm tonightMan:Umm. gloom gloom doom ruin.Woman:Marble porches. The grand ball room.Silver smiles. Trumpets. DancingManI want only youWomanThis time come in me like an astronautSend snakes in my orbitManWe can accomplish miracleswhen we're together.WomanAloneManw/ the night to guide usDON'T START THAT...Don't start that panicLove Street paradeNo one's afraid of the lawSomeone escapedTo the shoreYour image of me / my image of youinone-night scenesout on the coastWon't work anymoreSoft paradeLove Street brigadeI BRING THESE...I bring these few ragsback home this evening& lay them at your feetMiserable witnessto a day of tragicsadness & disbeliefHope you'll find me wantingTake me to bedGet me drunk (lay me out)THE WEDDING-DRESSThe bride-to-be lies in her bedlistening toFestivities belowHe steals her -- in a dreamSTAR FISH GLUTTONYStar fish gluttonyWhat are the word-formsfor co(s)mic encounterwedding flesh & mindin one bodyTENDER ISLAND NIGHTTender island NightAnd a promise of fever& scars that burstat blossom depths& more green silverUs wrestling in the warm temple of summerbeside the templecool inside-- He took my hand.He spoke to me --Black horse hooves galloping sunmad chariot race burningmad fiery chariot racemad girl & mad boyMy feathered son flewtoo near to the sun.A MOVINGa movingor movementaway froma station(weigh station)Sound of lone car & low radioA waving [good-bye to relations]a way from |a waving |a motionamazementa momentamazinga waving(call radio breaks in)Uh, we have a messagebrak brakHE FOLLOWS A WOMAN...He follows a woman into the firmamentThe solids, sonnetselaborate requisitions for the god-soulah my bright jewelled towna Widow's bandroping sailors & hill-folk togethercongeal on this flat spireto partake of mineral jets"he's sick" he should be sleepingpeaceful by air, a movie of dead nightsin a wound, suffer to give outyour red-blue lighter's flamew/ calm precisionyour certainty lives in a matchor a mindThe huts are free evening cliff-dwellersThe trees, losing their variance, die sadlyw/ grandeurO soft redness & palest bluelike a babie's windowThis is the hour you rule& invite Ventures, quests,trips to the electric valley downPROMISES"Mana Man"He gets them into the dark hourBy playing singing stories hypnosiswilderness the islandLed out of bondage(back there)Viciously peeling fruitDisguised as "Players"command PerformanceSee-thru villageold hot forest of carscruel ambienceLeopard snake danceswift lions of doubtcrouch in the window& waitfor her to comeDO YOU HAVEdo you havestraight jacketsfor the guestsyes we doHORSE LATITUDESWhen the still sea conspires an armorAnd her sullen and abortedCurrents breed tiny monsters,True sailing is dead.Awkward instantAnd the first animal is jettisoned,Legs furiously pumpingTheir stiff green gallop,And heads bob upPoiseDelicatePauseConsentIn mute nostril agonyCarefully refinedAnd sealed overTHE ORIGINAL TEMPTATION...The original temptation was to destroy.The Cliffs. The Road. The Walls.Original heroism -- to bluff the elementsof fire. To call creatures into the storm.The original heroism was to fall. To ball.The All. Natural man.To participate in the creation.To screw things up. To bring Thingsinto being.The Crossroads where the car hides.Lies. Resides. A meeting-placeof Worlds. Where dreams are made.Where anything is possible. Demonslie.The car is steel & chrome. The wood-pile.Top of the pile. The heap. The graveyard.Where metal is reduced to its commonmute element. To be reborn. A taleof rebirth in the wilderness. To becomechaos & come back.2 spade chicks, or a king & queen,comment from the balcony.The types of society pass on the boards.Microcosm in a thimbleTIMES CHANGE, DAMAGEDtimes change, damagedcat's blood rectify in hastecactus furrows, wildthrift catalog of graceThe chase bore inwardraise'd wet & westward shadowsTo the strange truston the south bowAugment pure shouter's drawl& light the candleNight is comin' on& we're outnumberedBy the waves, each soldierbristling w/ his trowelTo search & claim usTeach our burialThe mind works wondersfor a spell, the lantern breathesenlightens, then farewellEach shipmate oars to under-stand & eyes unoptic strainsto hear:We came from over here,to over thereThen old we wondermindless to degreeMost seldom furlsin slumber, burnsbegins a centuryPLANES ARE GROANING MOTHERSPlanes are groaning mothersIn our feeble insect wars.Nylon condoms stream behind her TrojanWarriors on their dreadful writhing flight.Bailed out, suckedfrom her metal belly,one thin wire is left to prophecy return,jump freely.Swallowing air in the brief canal.The ground leaps up like dogsto snap, the field, & rolling pain.Swamps, rice fields, danger.Gunned down, over ten of themstruggling w/ the wet placentaWhile some land back in oceans.Skin-divers float, free-float,in the uterus.The sea is a Vagina whichmay be penetrated at any point.AH, THE RULE...Ah, the rule was war, as friendshipfaltered. Families quarrelled, as usual,in their chambers. The race suffered.We traveled. We left home & beauty.Ah, into these ship, again, we hastened.The creation of power is slow-wasted.Borrowed fillings. Brace for the brine.Heaven kept, hour dated. Winds fermentedmadness & kept parlour rife & rancind.Crews took leave of sour concubines& habits. The sea is no place for a lady.Lads larked & frolicked, pulvering wavesthey would seek into the deep. Ark! Ark!Cathay or Venice. Worlds beyond, &Worlds after.This story has no moral.Trust not sleep or sorrow.The fife-man croons the lull to wake& Brings strong soldiers to a windy beachENSENADAIndia ink, ink of IndiaThere are no more rich colorsBlack neon, blocks away,Escapes back smoothin the desert sea.There's an appearance of sweaton Italian silk skin.Slap the rude face, & twistinto the doorway.Then reappear, w/ drums & glassin jewels of laughter as onecalled "The Gladiator,"Hair claimed by flame of fire(Insulting to be back.The dreaded, dismal day.)Jail is a pussy coil,dry as meat, dog-faced,clever.(Handsome dog & the shot gun eye.)We leap the wall, dog & I,To hang choking on fence collar chain.Mate follows leap to sufferString-throat, hollow, madness cry.(In this "hollow" we were born.)Mexican Khaki, the green womb.Distrust all lovely words like green & womb.(Obey the father.Run.)Escape back into the landscape,dry as meat, dusty, narrow.Dog licks shitMexican girl whore sucks my prick.(Open windows on the town.Open pores on foreign air.)The car rasps quiet.Motor destroys itself on rotten fuel.The pump is ill.The hose has a steel nozzle.FLESH OF HER...Flesh of her rolls flesh awayin waves, The waters partdry scalps beneath the hairnude-white & very rareAnd when she exits bed, the bargeTo bathe in ocean's tile & undersurgeon's glare, blinkingI bask on the red floor of a Red SeaCrime begins in the bed, the home,It's a low tide that talksto rocks, & leavesrust in its wake, & dry things crackling.I FUCKED THE DREGS...I fucked the dregs of the ruinsof an empireI fucked the dust and thehorrible queenI fucked the chick at thegates of the MayaI fucked all your women& treated the samew/ respect for your warriorsreturned from theKingdomfucked w/ the Negroesin cabs of the driversFucked little infants of NorthIndo-ChinaBranded w/ Napalm & screamingin painPENCILLED HEAVENpencilled heavenmy regardsno when to stopTHERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOORThere's someone at the door.A rapist rushes in.No pain. No death.It's us, over & over again.We're coming in.All right, search the place.You won't find anything.Seeing all perspectives at once.When everything freezes& kind of turns backin on itself.FEAST GREEN BEAST...feast green beast, spurred on bysex, seasoned in silence, w/heldfrom slumber, silent in the deep palenight beast languid a cool a cunta forest flower awoken now breatheutter a word of reproach for fairswifty flyers agon of nightThe dream car the outlaw starnow he sits reclines in a terrible mansionmade more monstrous by the dark strokeof slumberThe car is purple foil beast dead in thenight. Neon is its sign his rich homesoft luxuriant car death gave graceshaken to the soil He stood in a strangecentre by the meeting pt. of worldsThis crossroads of desert flies thecorpse of sand batteries the ignitionWhat did happen! He screams at cameraHere she lie bleeding, blue woundsjust to tell us in our floppy hatsit's over. The cops are rubber animalsw/ surgeons cold pride, w/out theirglamour. The ambulance attendantsare sudden amateurs, good-natured inthis foreign chore. The cliffs no longercontain faces. "I know what jail islike" & "I know about time."So we played the carnival. Car. Carne.Feast of meat. Celebration of blood.O lucky ones who enjoy the dumb showThe reptile farm. The snake farm.Woman & Monkey. The sign. The sign.Search for the Tree. The place. The sinkBig DismalGoes in 2 ways. Spirit & Meat. (sex)You cannot join what can't be joinedYou cannot travel 2 roads(He road off in all directions)Hand GrenadeVERY BRAVEVery braveall the rageto tempt lonelinessupon Front pagegold head linesw/ Ali Khan & all the restOnassis, BluesBB Albert Collinsgin & tonicgive him a high martin iget him downthe prancing clownwill bring the empireswooping swirlingTunneling Thundering Tumblinghell, O, down(That's as down as I canget right now, on aMainstream, & I am prettyhigh, far gone)Thank god I have theSweet warm promise ofa woman there to keepme warmSo this is where my fine warmpoetry (pottery) has gotme,led meback to Madness& the men who mademeYOU THINK I DON'T KNOW...You think I don't know that!your poetry is so obsessedI like my madmen coldThe abandoned Hotelflowers dirt on its wallsThe labyrinth of bowelsMoves slowly in grim wasteChildren play here, wait& sway here, tiring to herswoon arched summerand languid by the bowSits Esther, made uplike a queen, port ina storm, striking fire-bellsin her drawers, chalkingthe black street w/ wild liesTHE BLUESO how could this be done to megreat dancer's WitnessGod, you are a satyr in disguiseThus cruelly & uselessly toRend my life awryI'll lie here stolen, in cold windin the road, until peace freezesover,& hallows me.Rude ghost bastard.Ah! Who comes now.AN AFTERNOON OF SUMMERan afternoon of summerdreadI'm afraid to meet allthe rest of my brothersin distressCouldn't we get in onebig MovieBlow it all on oneGrand Floozie& end it allYAHYEAHan autograph sends respectsto her Twineveryone wants a Christ& no one will give it to himMohammed, the enchanterKeeper of HaremsBuddha, inkindergardenedunder his tree, w/not a moon-glowmindless Thought for you& me(This does not mean I wantor wish to be prey to peopleGod forbid)& look at the steeplea mindless wit am Idickless, looking at the skyA HOLE IN THE CLOUDSa hole in the cloudswhere a mind hidesPagodas -- templesin child's raw hopeanimal in a tunneldefined by the lightaround himThese evil subsidiesthese shroudssurroundIF IT'S NO PROBLEMIf it's no problem, why mention it.Everything spoken means that,it's opposite, & everything else.I'm alive, I'm dying.THE END OF THE RAINBOWThe end of the rainbowput all my screaming phantasiesinto one giantBox-trapimage of self-image-propagationimage of elationUngulationlimit 1st treeimage of Utopiaa slaughter of phantomsinnocent -- guiltyThe Human Worldbounded by words& dustsweet soft & velvetdustmedium trustHEAVEN OR HELL...Heaven or Hell the circusof your actionsTo Play(chance is god here)at Carnivalassuage the guiltThe deep fearThe separate lonelinessopen Sinygogopen sesameThe Party of new connectionsmind made freeLove cannot save youfrom your own fateArt cannot sootheWords cannot tameThe NightSCOUR THE MIND...Scour the mind w/ diamondbrushes. Cleanse into Mandalas.Memory keeps us wicked & warm.The Time temple. Who'll go 1st?Cloaked figures huddled by walls.A head moves clocklike slowly.I'm coming. Wait for me.LESSONS ON BECOMINGLessons on becominga revolutionaryan actor(prophet!)or a poetThere's still good friendsto assist & relieve youMercenary whimfor her or for himFirst become aVisionary-Scientistradiocal biochemicalaviationary sky-diverThen contact your local pub-lic accountant (he'll tell youhow to spread the seeds of doubt)MAIDS ARE BICKERING...Maids are bickering in the hallThe day is warmLast night's perfumeI lie alone in thiscool roomMy mind is calm & swirlinglike the marble pages of anold bookI'm a cold clean skeletonscarecrow on a hillin AprilWind eases the archesof my boney KingdomWind whistles thru my mind& soulMy life is an open bookor a T.V. confessionHURRICANE & ECLIPSEI wish a storm wouldcome & blow this shitaway. Or a bomb toburn the Town & scourthe sea. I wish cleandeath would come to me.IF ONLY IIf only Icould feelThe soundof the sparrows& feel child hoodpulling meback againIf only I could feelme pulling backagain& feel embracedby realityagainI would dieGladly dieIT HAS BEEN SAID...It has been said thaton birth we are tryingto find a proper wombfor the growth of ourBuddha nature, & thaton dying we find awomb in the tomb of theearth. This is myfather's greatestfear. It shouldn't be.Instead, he shouldbe trying to find mea better tomb.THE END OF THE DREAMThe end of the dreamwill be when itmattersall things lieBuddha will forgive meBuddha willAUGMENT OF RE-BIRTH-- The cycle begins anew a luring lulling sick-sad maddening hauntingego-familiar strain calls the wayward wanderer home again a music mosaicmade of all image tune preceding the whistle or warm woman's crythat calls the child home from playTHANK YOU, O LORDThank you, O Lord For the white blind lightA city rises from the seaI had a splitting headache from which the future's made.
Songs by Doors
20th Century Fox - DoorsAdolf Hitler - DoorsAdolph Hitler (Live At The Boston Gardens, Boston,... - DoorsAdolph Hitler (live) - DoorsAlabama Song - DoorsAlabama Song - (Whiskey Bar) - DoorsAmerican Night - DoorsAn American Prayer / Hour For Magic / Freedom Exis - DoorsAn American Prayer/Hour For Magic/Freedom Exists/ - DoorsAngels And Sailors - DoorsAwake - DoorsAwake Ghost Song - DoorsBaby Please Don't Go - DoorsBaby Please Don't Go - DoorsBabylon Fading - DoorsBack Door Man - DoorsBeen Down So Long - DoorsBellowing (Boston) - DoorsBird Of Prey - DoorsBlack Polished Chrome (Latino Chrome) - DoorsBlack Train Song - DoorsBlack Train Song (live) - DoorsBlue Sunday - DoorsBreak On Through - DoorsBreak On Through (Part 2) - DoorsBreak On Through (To The Other Side) - DoorsBuild Me A Woman - DoorsC'mon Everybody - DoorsC'mon Everybody - DoorsCarol - DoorsCars Hiss By My Window - DoorsClose To You - DoorsCrawling King Snake - DoorsCrossroads - DoorsCrystal Ship - DoorsCurses, Invocation - DoorsDawn's Highway - DoorsDawn's Highway - DoorsDead Cats, Dead Rats - DoorsDo It - DoorsDon't Go No Farther - DoorsDon't Go No Farther - DoorsEasy Ride - DoorsEnd Of The Night - DoorsFive To One - DoorsGet Out Of My Life Woman - DoorsGet Out Of My Life, Woman - DoorsGhost Song - DoorsGloria - DoorsGo Insane - DoorsGraveyard Poem - DoorsHello To The Cities - DoorsHello, I Love You - DoorsHeroin - DoorsHorse Latitudes - DoorsHour For Magic - DoorsHouse Announcer - DoorsHouse Of The Rising Sun - DoorsHyacinth House - DoorsI Can See You Face In My Mind - DoorsI Can't See Your Face - DoorsI Can't See Your Face In My Mind - DoorsI Can't See Your Face - DoorsI Looked At You - DoorsI Will Never Be Untrue - DoorsI'm A King Bee - DoorsI'm A King Bee - DoorsIndian Summer - DoorsInside Out - DoorsL.A. Woman - DoorsL'america - DoorsL'america - DoorsLament - DoorsLand Ho! - DoorsLatino Chrome - DoorsLight My Fire - DoorsLions In The Street - DoorsLittle Red Rooster - DoorsLove Her Madly - DoorsLove Hides - DoorsLove Me Two Times - DoorsLove Street - DoorsMaggie M'gill - DoorsMaggie M'gill - DoorsMental Floss - DoorsMidnight Drive - DoorsMoney - DoorsMoonlight Drive - DoorsMoonlight Drive (Including Horse Latitudes) - DoorsMovie - DoorsMy Eyes Have Seen You - DoorsMy Wild Love - DoorsMystery Train - DoorsNames Of The Kingdom - DoorsNewborn Awakening - DoorsNo Me Moleste Mosquito - DoorsNot To Touch The Earth - DoorsOrange County Suite - DoorsParis Blues - DoorsPeace Frog - DoorsPeople Are Strange - DoorsPeople Get Ready - DoorsPetition The Lord With Prayer - DoorsPoems From Drywater - DoorsPoems From The Village Reading - DoorsPoontang Blues (Live At Madison Square Garden, New... - DoorsQueen Of The Highway - DoorsRiders On The Storm - DoorsRoadhouse Blues - DoorsRock Is Dead - DoorsRock Me - DoorsRunnin' Blue - DoorsRunnin' Blue - DoorsSevered Garden - DoorsShaman's Blues - DoorsShaman's Blues - DoorsShe Smells So Nice - DoorsShip Of Fools - DoorsSomeday Soon - DoorsSoul Kitchen - DoorsSpanish Caravan - DoorsSt. James Infirmary - DoorsStoned Immaculate - DoorsStrange Days - DoorsSummer's Almost Gone - DoorsSummer's Almost Gone - DoorsSummertime - DoorsSunday Trucker (Live At Madison Square Garden, New... - DoorsTake It As It Comes - DoorsTell All The People - DoorsThe Celebration Of The Lizard - DoorsThe Changeling - DoorsThe Crystal Ship - DoorsThe End - DoorsThe End (Live) - DoorsThe End-Live In Florida - DoorsThe Ghost Song - DoorsThe Hill Dwellers - DoorsThe Hitchhiker - DoorsThe Lords - DoorsThe Movie - DoorsThe Palace Of Exile - DoorsThe Red Rooster - DoorsThe Soft Parade - DoorsThe Spy - DoorsThe Unknown Soldier - DoorsThe Wasp - DoorsThe Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat) - DoorsThe Woman Is A Devil Rock Me - DoorsThe World On Fire - DoorsTightrope Ride - DoorsTo Come Of Age - DoorsTouch Me - DoorsTwentieth Century Fox - DoorsUnhappy Girl - DoorsUniversal Mind - DoorsWaiting For The Sun - DoorsWake Up - DoorsWe Could Be So Good Together - DoorsWhen The Music's Over - DoorsWhen The Music's Over - DoorsWhiskey Bar (Alabama Song) - DoorsWhiskey, Mystics, And Men - DoorsWhiskey,mystics And Men - DoorsWho Do You Love - DoorsWho Scared You - DoorsWild Child - DoorsWintertime Love - DoorsWishful Sinful - DoorsWoman Is A Devil - DoorsWorld On Fire - DoorsYes, The River Knows - DoorsYou Make Me Real - DoorsYou're Lost Little Girl - DoorsYou're Lost Little Girl - Doors
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