Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South 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 TV tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton
Thrillful comes death on a strange hour?
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring, over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
Live in the light of certain
South 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 TV tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton
Thrillful comes death on a strange hour?
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring, over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
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A Feast of Friends Lyrics as written by John Paul Densmore Jim Morrison
Lyrics © Doors Music Company
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I believe the poem is about society/authority (cruel bindings) and the extrinsic negative hierarchical influences it places on us, which eventually leads to the eradication of our individuality. The negative influence that is created feeds on itself, making room for new "plants" to continue the never-ending cycle.
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden refers to the overwhelming influence society/authority has on us and, what occurs, the death/abolishment of independent thought/individualism. It's unwelcome and may seem unnatural at first, but makes us "normal" conformists, just like everyone else.
Although we are fooled to think that this life is far the best, we realize that the truth is the opposite. Conformity makes us angels in the eyes of society/authority, but its evil corruption eventually becomes evident.
Jim is saying that he will not conform, he prefers a feast with other nonconformists than to the "giant family" society/everyone else that has conformed and is no longer a free/independent, open-thinking individual.
@BreakOnThrough - Really love your interpretation here. After I have read this and listened to the poem a few times I can really see what he is saying about conformity. I don't get the choice of 'Royal Babies' and 'Ruby's' though. Any idea?
@Meandmymonkey2 - Thanks, I am basing my interpretation on the fact that these were written/recorded around the time he arrested for indecent exposure, and he essentially was questioning artistic expression and individual conformity to authority at that time. He also paraded the notion of "be your own man" throughout his career.<br /> <br /> In regards to the Royal babies, rubies section, I believe he is asserting that individualism (rubies) MUST replace what eventually becomes fuel for the machine (mass authority) that strips us of our individuality. The line above, he wants to be surrounded by beautiful roses (unique individuals) in his garden, not blood-meal (conformists) chewed up/destroyed by societal norms/authority.
@BreakOnThrough - Hey thanks so much. I totally get it now. Who wouldnt want Roses in their garden, Royal babies and Rubies, rather than Strangers in the mud obedient to a vegetable law. Amazing how it isn't apparent at first and everyone thinks this about death but it isn't.