A Feast Of Friends
January 20, 2008 | 9:28 pm当第一次观赏《The Doors》这部电影时,结末,《A Feast Of Friends》的乐声想起,Morison的吟诵开始。
Oliver Stone真不愧为此片的导演,他选择了Morrison为自己创作的安魂曲,安置在这部Morison传记影片最恰当的地方。
A Feast Of Friends
Wow, Im 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 sailorsIm 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 thats 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 youve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
ClawsNo more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.





