The Doors - Roadhouse Blues (Morrison Hotel) video free download

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KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD AND HANDS UPON THE WEAL=SCAN THE ROAD IN THE RIGHT LANE AND OBEY SPEED LIMITS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,IF YOU DONT WANT TO GET PULLED OVER DONT GO TO SLOW OR TO FAST

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easy rider

Scott Bennett

Jim lived an abusive lifestyle which caught up with him

Scott Bennett

Jim was an incredible talent in music and poetry he died in Paris the adolescent rumors of him being alive need to stop had the doors manager siddons verified it it would have saved lots of greif6

luke bardovski

ME AND JIM ARE EASY RIDERS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Stephen

One things for sure jim definitely had his kicks before the whole shit house went up in flames alright

Jean Monteiro

those fucking lizards have good ears for talents ;)

nuts45150

the doors 1970 period yeahhhhhhhhwow

cynthia montoya

These guys were a fantastically talented band, but alas, they were and are human beings.  Jim could have kept the music going for awhile longer and transitioned his career into something more, but he fell prey to impurity.  I wish his life would have reflected that he repented and found the grace to go on living in victory...

Swigzabrewski

ANYONE ELSE??? IS THERE NO ONE ELSE!!! WHAT SAY YOU?!?!?

Swigzabrewski

@youlikethisusername...How, and in which comment am I overstating what he is. Speaking of alcoholic, I'm not, but I got a few beers in me and feel like enlightening your feeble view on things. Listen up my son and listen good: Any asshole can be an artist, anywhere, in any corner of time. BUT, why is it that this particular artist of whom we are discussing is still being talked about over four and a half decades after his prime, four after his death. Simply for the reason that he wasn't just any artist. There was a plethora of artists to emerge from the beautiful innocent decadence of the capricious 1960's counter culture, but the Doors stand out. The Doors transcend time, trend, style, fad, and fashion. Jim and the rest of the doors wrote about universal concepts to which never go out of style because they weren't created to be fashionable or stylish. They're subject matter consists of issues and situations that all individuals must face and come to terms with in their lives, no matter what decade, in what century. Timeless. Their songs stick in people's souls like raw, genuine, honest darts from hell (or heaven) and resonate deep within the psyche. Love, adventure, self discovery, the coming of age, struggle and hardship, alienation and isolation, the raging rapturous ecstasy of engaging life, the mysteries of the unknown, and the dark brooding romance of the macabre, which fixated his deepest fascination. Death, the ultimate unknown, the last final frontier, the end. But aside from the immense allure of the Doors songs, Jim himself was a symbol of freedom. The FBI feared his ability and his power and influence and subsequently opened a file on him, before he was ever arrested. Would they do that for any artist. No. For he was the spokesman of the baby boomers. The largest, most memorable, most powerful generation of the 20th century, whether he wanted the title or not. He was an Acid evangelist on a suicide mission to deprogram his fellow flower children from what he saw as moral prison-like conformity to social and sexual familial norms. He was a seer, a visionary, a poet, a philosopher, filmmaker, performer, singer, an adept, a bard, a drunk, from time to time a drug addict, an omnivore of life experience, and mostly an incredible, entire human being with the potential to be the biggest jerk off, button pressing, professional provocateur, to the most charming extraordinary inspiring presence ever felt in anyones life. He was a self proclaimed "erotic politician" and relentlessly urged his huge audience, at the height of the dangerous 60's, to break on thru the doors of perception, to free themselves from the robotic conditioning, to seek a higher, more aware consciousness. Jim Morrison was an artist that lead his band in a shamanic ritual saturated with war-dance rhythms and super heated intimacy. People paid for rock concerts but what they got was much more than they bargained for. Not just a psychedelic Frank Sinatra. Their songs reached deep into those who were and are willing to listen and shake your spine and rattle your comfort to force you to confront who you are and what's truly important to you. What his audience got was cathartic rapture. A purge of impurities of the spirit through the liberation of the senses, of the ego. A quality of pure art, real art, true art, unlike the phoney majority of individuals in show business, more directed at entertainment then as a sacred, serious, ceremony of modern antiquity similar to Dionysian and Bacchanalian festivals of the Greeks and Romans. The Doors merged the classic with the modern in every sense. This wasn't an act. They were activists of internal freedom and as "artists" they mirrored a society in despair and torn by civil strife, who, day by day, riot by riot, with every drafted soldier, was ripping itself to shreds. Jim Morrison captured the unrest and menace that hung in the air of the heated geo-socio-political late sixties like tear gas...and he did it with a hypnotic cool. So open your mind and your heart and perhaps your puddle deep, one dimensional, simple understanding of things will someday expand and blossom into something more meaningful and more profound than just being an a misinformed, moronic, ignorant asshole with an opinion, no more, no less...which is actually an understatement. An artist perhaps...but certainly not just any...peace_________________________________________________________________                                                      I'm Me!                                                  Can you dig it.                                                 My meat is real.                                         My hands--how they move                                         balanced like lithe demons                                      My hair--so twined and writhing                                 The skin of my face--pinch the cheeks                                         My flaming sword tongue                                           spraying verbal fire-flys                                                       I'm real.                                                     I'm human                                         But I'm not an ordinary man                                                     No No No                                                   -Jim Morrison

Swigzabrewski

@Deckeon74...Yes indeed I stand corrected. Yet if you have read to some extent a bulk of his anthology, you'd see that the majority of his work pointed to morality, the notions of good and evil, sin and saint, were arbitrarily assigned notions relevant to society's standards of decency and rational regulation, a consensus if you will on how to live. Somewhere along the lines of don't fuck my wife and I wont fuck yours. Dont kill me and I wont kill you, rob, lie etc.How else should one interpret "God is Dead" from Nietzsche or "Cancel my subscription to the resurrection" from Morrison. Although to conclude the song he wails in writhing cathartic agony "Save us! Jesus! Save us!" I believe he was using "Jesus" as a westernized contemporary archetypal savior in relation to the inner, latent, sense of despotism we all feel in our existential complex in the human condition we all inhabit. The supposed ghost in the machine. Our mortal phobia, which designates the innate fear of death we all have, to govern our logic, disregard reason, and adhere to an institution, as opposed to informing ourselves of our reality. Thus, neither Fredric, nor Jim, may be nihilists, but their work certainly appears to point in that direction and seems to suggest it.Just my opinion        

Swigzabrewski

@theresa eben...Yea...heroin + his usual daily copious suicidal intake of ethanol. Both alone he could have handled...double downers, never stood a chance. Were not talking about a couple beers and a percocet or two. Im guessing, because I read that Jim could, around the time they finished L.A. Woman, knock out up to a pint of whiskey and a 30 pack of dos equis in a single day. So, given that tidbit of info, combine with the fact that he undoubtedly banged out the dope with Pam, whose drug dealer was that Count, forgot his name, who hailed himself the dealer of the stars (ie Mick Jagger, Dennis Wilson) was probably getting White China Heroin. Knowing Jim, always taking the road of excess with the intent of seeking the palace of wisdom...Being he was afraid of needles, I'm sure he did more than a few bumps of the diesel. The result was hence fatal. I've had friends OD on the same combination. That's ultimately how he found oblivion. "The edge, there's honestly no way to describe it because the only ones who know where it is have gone over"-Hunter S. Thompson. Another dead hero.

danashane

cheechonkapopadooda cheechonk oooww

Onee Loovee

ÉL<3Es perfecto!

Thaddeus Lovelock

yeah what you say is true, about Jim having coughing fits, but I still lean towards drugs being the cause of death, of course I don't know for sure.

Peace Bro

great live version, where was this from?

Peace Bro

his friend in paris said he had a horrible cough and was spitting up blood for days.....stomach aneurysm from excessive drinking? it happened to a friend of mine exactly the same way...so who knows?

youlikethisusername

You are way overstating what Jim was. He was an artist an a chronic alcoholic who OD'd on Heroin. Nothing more, nothing less.

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