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Morrison Hotel
Elektra/Asylum Records
Vydáno: Únor 1970 / Březen 2007*
Roadhouse Blues
Waiting For The Sun
You Make Me Real
Peace Frog
Blue Sunday
Ships of Fools
Land Ho!
The Spy
Queen of the Highway
Indian Summer
Maggie M'Gill
40th Anniversary Mixes* bonus tracks:
Talking Blues
Roadhouse Blues (11/4/69, Takes 1-3)
Roadhouse Blues (11/4/69, Take 6)
Carol (11/4/69)
Roadhouse Blues (11/5/69, Take 1)
Money Beats Soul (11/5/69)
Roadhouse Blues (11/5/69, Takes 13-15)
Peace Frog (False Starts & Dialogue)
The Spy (Version 2)
Queen Of The Highway (Jazz Version)
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Roadhouse Blues
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
Gonna have a real
A good time!
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse
they got some bungalows
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, Robby, 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
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, all right
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
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
No one 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
No one 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...
Eeeh..climb on board now.....
the ships don't leave ya....
the ships don't leave ya....
the ships don't leave ya....
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
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!
Well, if I get back home and I feel alright
you know baby
Land Ho!
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
C'mon
Indian Summer
I love you
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
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