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The Doors: Morrison Hotel

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Artist: The Doors
Title: Morrison Hotel
Released: 1970.04.12
Label: Elektra Entertainment
Time: 37:05
Producer(s): Paul A. Rothchild
Appears with: Manzarek_Ray
Category: Pop/Rock
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  2001.03.29
Price in €: 6,99
Web address: www.thedoors.com

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Roadhouse Blues (Doors/Morrison) - 4:04
[2] Waiting for the Sun (Morrison) - 3:58
[3] You Make Me Real (Morrison) - 2:50
[4] Peace Frog (Krieger/Morrison) - 2:52
[5] Blue Sunday (Morrison) - 2:08
[6] Ship of Fools (Krieger/Morrison) - 3:06
[7] Land Ho (Krieger/Morrison) - 4:08
[8] The Spy (Morrison) - 4:15
[9] Queen of the Highway (Krieger/Morrison) - 2:47
[10] Indian Summer (Krieger/Morrison) - 2:33
[11] Maggie M'Gill (Doors/Morrison) - 4:24

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Jim Morrison - Vocals
Ray Manzarek - Organ, Piano, Keyboards, Vocals
Robbie Krieger - Guitar
John Densmore - Drums
Ray Neopolitan - Bass

Lonnie Mack - Bass (on 1, 11)
G. Puglese - Harmonica, Harp on (1)

Bruce Botnick - Engineer, Mastering
Gary Burden - Design, Cover Design
Henry Diltz - Photography
Paul Rothchild - Mastering
 

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1990 CD Elektra 75007
1990 CD Elektra 75007-2
1990 CD Elektra 75007
1970 LP Elektra EKS-75007
1990 CS Elektra 5007
1990 CS Elektra TC5-75007
2000 CD Wea International 62552



The Doors returned to crunching, straightforward hard rock on an album that, despite yielding no major hit singles, returned them to critical favor with hip listeners. An increasingly bluesy flavor began to color the songwriting and arrangements, especially on the party and booze anthem "Roadhouse Blues." Airy mysticism was still present on "Waiting for the Sun," "Queen of the Highway," and "Indian Summer"; "Ship of Fools" and "Land Ho!" struck effective balances between the hard rock arrangements and the narrative reach of the lyrics. "Peace Frog" was the most political and controversial track, documenting the domestic unrest of late-'60s America before unexpectedly segueing into the restful ballad "Blue Sunday." "The Spy," by contrast, was a slow blues that pointed to the direction that would fully blossom on L.A. Woman.

Richie Unterberger - All-Music Guide



Willkommen im Hardrock-Café. Es liegt im Untergeschoss des weltberühmten Morrison Hotels und die Eingangstüren stehen zur erweiterten Wahrnehmung sperrangelweit offen. Nie war es leichter, sich dem Dionysischen in der Rockmusik zu nähern als mit diesem straff komponierten und ausgeformten Album, das kaum Durchhänger aufweist. Morrison sang kontrolliert und gab dennoch emotional überzeugend den Spion im Haus der Liebe auf der Suche nach der Königin der Schnellstraße, Kriegers Blues-Gitarre klang wirklich gut, Manzareks Piano honkytonkte rhythmisch und richtige Bassisten hatte man sich auch geleistet. Dementsprechend besteht das Album von vorne bis hinten aus Ohrwürmern und potenziellen Jukebox-Hits, den Rausschmeisser am Schluss inklusive. Die Doors hatten diesmal ihre subversiven Irrationalismen heimtückischerweise als (beinahe) traditionellen Rock 'n' Roll kostümiert. Was beweist, dass sie doch eher Romantiker waren als Klassiker, auch wenn sie bei Morrison Hotel dem Olymp verdammt nahe kamen.

Carl-Ludwig Reichert - Amazon.de



Konsequent rde wie selten zuvor stellten die Doors, die seinerzeit längst zu einer Skandal-Band und exzessiven Live-Attraktion geworden waren, das Morrison Hotel auf den Kopf. Dabei setzten sie voll auf die brachiale Gewalt ihres herben Hardcvore-Blues.

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The next-to-last Doors album, recorded prior to Jim Morrison's still mystery-shrouded death in a Parisian bathtub, eschewed much of the band's previous penchant for baroque musical, poetic, and philosophical pretensions (this was, after all, the back-to-roots era of the Beatles' Let It Be, the Stones' Let It Bleed, and Dylan's Nashville Skyline). Instead, the Doors circa 1970 wisely seeped themselves in a bluesy, no-frills approach that might have hinted at creative exhaustion in a lesser band. Instead, the Doors of "Roadhouse Blues" and "Peace Frog" reinvented themselves into arguably one of the greatest bar bands ever, with Morrison's well-documented demons frolicking in a welcome new ambience. "Waiting for the Sun" and "Ship of Fools" may hearken back to the band's cabalistic and Kurt Weill leanings, respectively, but framed in an edgier, more effective way.

Jerry McCulley - Amazon.com
   

 L y r i c s


ROADHOUSE BLUES

Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
Good time

Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

Do it, honey, do it

You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Thrill my soul
You gotta beep a gunk a chucha
Honk konk konk
You gotta each you puna
Each ya bop a luba
Each yall bump a kechonk
Ease sum konk
Ya, ride

Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


WAITING FOR THE SUN

At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's shore.

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun.

Can you feel it, Now that Spring has come?
That it's time to live In the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Waiting for you to
Come along.

Waiting for you to
Hear my song.

Waiting for you to
Come along.

Waiting for you to Tell me what went wrong.

This is the strangest Life I've ever known.
*scream*

Can you feel it, Now that Spring has come?
That it's time to live In the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun


YOU MAKE ME REAL

I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
Only you have that appeal.
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.
You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Make me free.
You make me real


PEACE FROG

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying rivers of weepin'

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me


BLUE SUNDAY

I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told me I was the only One in the world.
Now I have found my girl.
My girl awaits for me in tender time.
My girl is mine, She is the world,
She is my girl. La, la, la, la.
My girl awaits for me in tender time.
My girl is mine, She is the world,She is my girl.


SHIP OF FOOLS

The human race was dyin' out.
Noone left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon.
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Everyone was hanging out.
Hanging up and hanging down.
Hanging in and holding fast.
Hope our little world will last.
Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips Looking for a new a ship.
Come on, people better climb on board.
Come on, baby, now we're going home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
The human race was dyin' out.
Noone left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon.
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Ship of fools, ship of fools. Ship of fools, ship of fools.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
*improv and fade*


LAND HO!

Grandma love a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was a whaler And he took me on his knee.
He said, "Son, I'm going crazy From livin' on the land.
Got to find my shipmates And walk on foreign sands."
This old man was graceful With silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and He walked four country miles.
Singing songs of shady sisters And old time liberty.
Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free.
Yea! I've got three ships and sixteen men, A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow Till half of us are dead.
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill, Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five, Gonna skin that litlle girl alive.
If I get my hand on a number two, Come back home and marry you, marry you, marry you. Alright!
Land ho!
*improv out*


THE SPY

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, secret fear.
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, secret fear.
I know everything. Everything you do. Everywhere you go. Everyone you know.

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, secret fear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.
I know your deepest, secret fear. I'm a spy, I can see What you do. And I know.


QUEEN OF THE HIGHWAY

She was a princess, Queen of the Highway
Sign on the road said: "Take us to Madre"
No one could save her, save the blind tiger
He was a monster, black dressed in leather
She was a princess, Queen of the Highway

Now they are wedded, she is a good girl
Naked as children out in a meadow,
Naked as children, wild as can be,
Soon to have offspring, start it all over

Start at all over

American boy, American girl,
Most beautiful people in the world!
Son of a frontier Indian Swirl,
Dancing through the midnight whirl-pool
Formless hope it can
continue a little while longer


INDIAN SUMMER

I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest, That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.
I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.


MAGGIE M'GILL

Ms. Maggie M'Gill, She lived on a hill.
Her daddy got drunk And left her the will.
So she went down, Down to Tangie Town.
People down there Really like to get it on.
Now if you're sad, And you're feeling blue.
Go out and buy a Brand new pair of shoes.
And you go down, Dow to Tangie Town.
'Cause people down there Really like to get it on.
Get it on. Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star.
Illegitimate son Of a Rock n' Roll star.
Mom met dad in the back Of a Rock n' Roll car.
Well, I'm an old blues man And I think that you understand.
I've been singing the blues Ever since the world began.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill. Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill.
*repeat and fade*
 

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