(The lyrics above are incorrect, but onto the song...)
"Now listen to this, I'll tell you 'bout the heartache.
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God.
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul."
In my humble opinion, these are some of the best and most meaningful lines written in the English language, not to even mention ones written by Jim Morrison. I'm hard pressed to think of a more apt expression of loneliness in a life that at times seems to go on forever. I have been there, and Jim captures the feeling perfectly.
Extremely underrated as a poem, and you just can't stop the music of the song. Killer backbeat, Robby crunching out an unbeatable riff, and Manzarek at his finest. No one, really, steals the show. This was the Doors functioning as a band and also expertly as individual members. Hands down, one of their best.
(The lyrics above are incorrect, but onto the song...)
"Now listen to this, I'll tell you 'bout the heartache. I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God. I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night The meager food for souls forgot I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul."
In my humble opinion, these are some of the best and most meaningful lines written in the English language, not to even mention ones written by Jim Morrison. I'm hard pressed to think of a more apt expression of loneliness in a life that at times seems to go on forever. I have been there, and Jim captures the feeling perfectly.
Extremely underrated as a poem, and you just can't stop the music of the song. Killer backbeat, Robby crunching out an unbeatable riff, and Manzarek at his finest. No one, really, steals the show. This was the Doors functioning as a band and also expertly as individual members. Hands down, one of their best.