The Doors -The soft parade (40th anniversary edition) [with lyrics]


“I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.” When I was back there in seminary school, there was a person there who put forth the proposition that you can petition the Lord with prayer. Petition the Lord with prayer. Petition the Lord with prayer. You cannot petition the Lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary? I must find a place to hide. A place for me to hide. Can you find me soft asylum? I can’t make it anymore. The man is at the door. Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy. Champion sax and a girl named Sandy. There’s only four ways to get unraveled: one is to sleep and the other is travel, ta-da. One is a bandit up in the hills, one is to love your neighbor ’till his wife gets home. Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women growing stones, carrying babies to the river. Streets and shoes, avenues, leather riders selling news. The monk bought lunch. He bought a little. (Yes, he did.) This is the best part of the trip. This is the trip, the best part, I really like. What? Yeah! Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh? Huh! Yeah, proud to be a part of this number! Successful hills are here to stay, everything must be this way. Gentle street where people play, welcome to the soft parade. All our lives we sweat and save, building for a shallow grave. Must be something else we say, somehow to defend this place. Everything must be this way. Everything must be this way, yeah. The soft parade has now begun, listen to the engines hum. People out to have some fun. Cobra on my left, leopard on my right, yeah! Deer woman in a silk dress, girls with beads around their necks kiss the hunter of the green vest who has wrestled before with lions in the night! Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter. The radio is moaning, calling to the dogs. There are still a few animals left out in the yard but it’s getting harder to describe sailors to the underfed. Tropic corridor, tropic treasure. What got us this far to this mild equator? We need someone or something new. Something else to get us through! Yeah, come on! Calling on the dogs. (Calling on the dogs.) But it’s getting harder! (Calling on the dogs.) Calling on the gods! You gotta meet me! (Too late!) Still a few animals left out in the yard but it’s getting harder! (At the crossroads!) (Too late!) Gotta meet me! We’re going great! At the edge of town
(Tropic corridor, tropic treasure) Better come along
(What got us this far to this mild equator?) You and I! (We need someone or something new!) Better bring your gun! (Something else to get us through!) When all else fails we can whip the horses’ eyes and make them sleep
and cry.

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  1. Decades before their time…my all time fav band & 1 of my fav. songs of theirs….proud to part of this number….

  2. pure intelligence in their faces what a rare fuckin combination intelligence and rock! they are unique and only ones forever!

  3. I feel like a part of me died when Ray passed on to the "Soft Parade" yesterday. It's hard to accept that Ray is gone. Ray was such a good person. I wish I would have got to see him and Robbie tour recently. :I hope I can see Robbie play. As a kid from the 60's its a sad day to know Ray is not here anymore.

    Welcome to the Soft Parade

    All our lives we sweat and save
    Building for a shallow grave
    Must be something else we say
    Somehow to defend this place
    Everything must be this way

  4. One of the first Great Organist in Rock music is now departed from us. He will now go meet the first King of Lizard Rock/poet Jim Morrison in a reunion since his passing away.It will make the heavens shake. Rest in Peace Ray. 🙂 🙂 You will be missed.

  5. You youngun! 😛 I'm "only" 40 and only briefly grazed the 70's. But do as a kid remember Blondie, and Gloria Gaynor, and The Ramones.

    But The Doors…I kept listening throughout. Just amazing music, and in comparable Manzarak Keyboards, Krieger underrated guitarist, Morrison frontman. And as in this song, even including vocal reverbs or something that that's called.

  6. Can you give me sanctuary? I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide

    Can you find me soft asylum? I can't make it any more The man is at the door

  7. jim and ray were the doors mate…this band would not have been if not for them, john and robbie rounded out the foursome.the doors were by far a awesome band and one of the best in the late sixties…I was only 6 when the doors appeared but to say ray,robbie and john made jim is offside mate.
    there has not been or never will be another frontman like Morrison!!!

  8. The poem name is "I am troubled immeasurably"… I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes
    I am struck by the feather Of your soft reply
    The sound of glass speaks quick disdain
    And conceals what your eyes fight to explain… That's the words of the poem.. 🙂

  9. Sounds like "Mongolian Throat Singing" from 6:00 on segment…. Hmmmm, wonder if that is Jim and he is actually performing MTS…..??

  10. The bass player I believe is Jerry Scheff, Elvis Presley's road and studio bass player. I know Doors has bass players on Morrison Hotel and LA Woman and Jerry definitely did LA Woman

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  12. Jim's whole life was like a moth rushing towards one of those porch light zappers in the backyard. A short lived life for those who want to seize their moment.

  13. I love Jim Morrison's lyrics. I feel like he was a space cadet who wrote a lot of his shit down, he had access to a great band.

  14. Don't forget the other poetic masterpiece of Jim's, 'Celebration Of The Lizard'. The band jams at the end of this version of 'The Soft Parade' much longer before the fade. Love the opening opus, too.

  15. I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes.
    I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.
    The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals
    what your eyes fight to explain.

  16. An epic song is write. The first time i heard this song was at a friends house while drinking and talking about music from this ear in about 2005. I had heard the song before then but only snippets and on this night with my good friend at the time that was a big Doors fan like i am a really tuned into the song.

  17. The Poem fits perfect with TSP, TSP is epic….pisses me off the Celebration of the Lizard wasn't given its true Props in the studio…love the demo version….

  18. I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes,

    I am struck by the feather of your soft reply,

    The sound of glass speaks quick disdain,

    And conceals what your eyes fight to explain

    When I was back there in seminary school

    There was a person there

    Who put forth the proposition

    That you can petition the Lord with prayer

    Petition the lord with prayer

    Petition the lord with prayer

    You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

    Can you give me sanctuary

    I must find a place to hide

    A place for me to hide

    Can you find me soft asylum

    I can't make it anymore

    The Man is at the door

    Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy

    Champion sax and a girl named Sandy

    There's only four ways to get unraveled

    One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da

    One is a bandit up in the hills

    One is to love your neighbor 'till

    His wife gets home

    Catacombs

    Nursery bones

    Winter women

    Growing stones

    Carrying babies

    To the river

    Streets and shoes

    Avenues

    Leather riders

    Selling news

    The monk bought lunch

    Ha ha, he bought a little

    Yes, he did

    Woo!

    This is the best part of the trip

    This is the trip, the best part

    I really like

    What'd he say?

    Yeah!

    Yeah, right!

    Pretty good, huh

    Huh!

    Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

    Successful hills are here to stay

    Everything must be this way

    Gentle streets where people play

    Welcome to the Soft Parade

    All our lives we sweat and save

    Building for a shallow grave

    Must be something else we say

    Somehow to defend this place

    Everything must be this way

    Everything must be this way, yeah

    The Soft Parade has now begun

    Listen to the engines hum

    People out to have some fun

    A cobra on my left

    Leopard on my right, yeah

    The deer woman in a silk dress

    Girls with beads around their necks

    Kiss the hunter of the green vest

    Who has wrestled before

    With lions in the night

    Out of sight!

    The lights are getting brighter

    The radio is moaning

    Calling to the dogs

    There are still a few animals

    Left out in the yard

    But it's getting harder

    To describe sailors

    To the underfed

    Tropic corridor

    Tropic treasure

    What got us this far

    To this mild equator?

    We need someone or something new

    Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

    Callin' on the dogs

    Callin' on the dogs

    Oh, it's gettin' harder

    Callin' on the dogs

    Callin' in the dogs

    Callin' all the dogs

    Callin' on the gods

    You gotta meet me

    Too late, baby

    Slay a few animals

    At the crossroads

    Too late

    All in the yard

    But it's gettin' harder

    By the crossroads

    You gotta meet me

    Oh, we're goin', we're goin great

    At the edge of town

    Tropic corridor

    Tropic treasure

    Havin' a good time

    Got to come along

    What got us this far

    To this mild equator?

    Outskirts of the city

    You and I

    We need someone new

    Somethin' new

    Somethin' else to get us through

    Better bring your gun

    Better bring your gun

    Tropic corridor

    Tropic treasure

    We're gonna ride and have some fun

    When all else fails

    We can whip the horse's eyes

    And make them sleep

    And cry

  19. Lyrics and an Interpretation – The Soft Parade – The Doors – Produced by Paul A. Rothchild – Album – The Soft Parade – 1969 – – – – When I was back there in seminary school – There was a person there – Who put forth the proposition – That you can petition the Lord with prayer – Petition the lord with prayer – Petition the lord with prayer – You cannot petition the lord with prayer! – Can you give me sanctuary – I must find a place to hide – A place for me to hide – Can you find me soft asylum – I can't make it anymore – The Man is at the door – Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy – Champion sax and a girl named Sandy – There's only four ways to get unraveled – One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da – One is a bandit up in the hills – One is to love your neighbor 'till – His wife gets home – Catacombs – Nursery bones – Winter women – Growing stones – Carrying babies – To the river – Streets and shoes – Avenues – Letter writers – Selling news – The monk bought lunch – Ha ha, he bought a little – Yes, he did – Woo! – This is the best part of the trip – This is the trip, the best part – I really like – What'd he say? – Yeah! – Yeah, right! – Pretty good, huh – Huh! – Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number – Successful hills are here to stay – Everything must be this way – Gentle streets where people play – Welcome to the Soft Parade – All our lives we sweat and save – Building for a shallow grave – Must be something else we say – Somehow to defend this place – Everything must be this way – Everything must be this way, yeah – The Soft Parade has now begun – Listen to the engines hum – People out to have some fun – A cobra on my left – Leopard on my right, yeah – The deer woman in a silk dress – Girls with beads around their necks – Kiss the hunter of the green vest – Who has wrestled before – With lions in the night – Out of sight! – The lights are getting brighter – The radio is moaning – Calling to the dogs – There are still a few animals – Left out in the yard – But it's getting harder – To describe sailors – To the underfed – Tropic corridor – Tropic treasure – What got us this far – To this mild equator? – We need someone or something new – Something else to get us through, yeah, come on – Calling on the dogs – Calling on the dogs – Oh, it's getting harder – Calling on the dogs – Calling in the dogs – Calling all the dogs – Calling on the gods – You got to meet me – Too late, baby – Slay a few animals – At the crossroads – Too late – All in the yard – But it's getting harder – By the crossroads – You got to meet me – Oh, we're going, we're going great – At the edge of town – Tropic corridor – Tropic treasure – Having a good time – Got to come along – What got us this far – To this mild equator? – Outskirts of the city – You and I – We need someone new – Something new – Something else to get us through – Better bring your gun – Better bring your gun – Tropic corridor – Tropic treasure – We're going to ride and have some fun – When all else fails – We can whip the horse's eyes – And make them sleep – And cry – – – – Artist: The Doors – – – – Album: The Soft Parade – – – – Released: 1969 – – – – Genre: Psychedelic rock
    – – – – – – – – – – – To understand the song when listening to the lyrics that accompanies the music, the whole song is about the different stages of life. For example the music in the begging of the song the lyrics “soft asylum” and “the man is at the door” is of being born the soft asylum representing the womb and the man at the door representing the doctor that is delivering you. That is why the music is so strange and ominous at this part of the song. It's the feeling of entering a world you don’t know. After that the music gets more uplifting, kind of carnival like, representing childhood, thats why there is reference of candies (peppermint/chocolate candy) and music (champion sax). Right at the line “one is to love your neighbor till his wife gets home” the music gets a little more confident and curious entering into adolescence and sexuality. The child is now affected, watching the neighbors wife and the sort of growing up that comes with it (catacombs/nursery bones) the realization of ones own mortality. Now at the part “this is the best part of the trip” the music takes on a more erratic feeling, it's your wild teenage years, when the world is yours and you feel that everything is on the table for the taking. Which is reflected in the lines “successful hills are here to stay” (the arrogance that comes with youth) “everything must be this way” (the longing for things to stay the same) but things quickly take a turn for the worse with the line “welcome to the soft parade” (aka welcome to the real world). Right around there the music seems to take on a more sinister tone “all our lives we sweat and save/building for a shallow grave.” Pretty self explanatory. The monotony of modern everyday life. You work to pay for things you don’t want, to impress those you don’t like. That is quickly realized in the next line “must be something else we say/somehow to defend this place.” We create deities and structures to convince ourselves of some greater purpose for all that we do and finally “everything must be this way” control, order, everything must be this way just pushing ourselves farther and farther into the sleep that tells us this is the right way to live. Follow the crowd crushing the feeling of the “successful hills” we once saw before us then the lines “we need someone or something new/something else to get us through.” All of a sudden we reach a point where the logic thats the way it is doesn't work anymore, and we search for something to fill the void. “Calling on the dogs” its become a hunt “its getting harder” to justify and the end Morrison has several voices going at the same time saying vastly different things from “its going great” to “slay a few animals/all in the yard.” Almost sounding like the interior dialog of man gone mad and the lines that sort of end the whole dialog. “Tropic corridors/ tropic treasures/ what brought us this far to this mild equator” is in a way reflective looking back a life well lived and wondering where it went wrong, and finally the line the closes off the song “when all else fails we can whip the horses eyes/ and make them sleep and cry.” I think it could be a reference to Nietzsche. More specifically the moment that most people believe he went mad. I think Morrison is trying to say that in the end we can always rely on death to end the pain. – Fil

  20. I love everything about the Doors, the music, the poetry, the wildness in Jim's voice when he sings. Thanks in part to my father being a young baby boomer at the time the Doors made it to the radio. The Doors are just as much a musical staple in my house as they were in the house I grew up in.
    As a matter of fact my youngest daughter was doing a thesis in history class last marking period and she is an avid history buff but what's more is she has incredible knowledge of the music of yesteryear as I like to call it, she loves everything from what we call Classic Rock now to Motown to the beginnings of heavy metal and of course the doors. My daughter picked the doors as her topic of her thesis. Let me tell you something that girl did not need my help on anything when it came to doing the thesis I didn't even need to fill in the blanks. The girls got a 100% A+ on her task and I could have been more proud of that girl when she brought that home. incidentally the other day I was off from work and the doors came on my Roku channel starring Val Kilmer as Jim Morrison. They could have picked a better actor who portrayed Jim Morrison in my opinion. the movie came out in 1991 what's the year I graduated high school I'm 46 years old now my daughter is 18 about to graduate high school and that was the first time she ever saw the movie which was two days ago. She did not move from the TV for 2 hours and 15 minutes, just like me LOL. Oliver Stone is a hell of a director and did an excellent job on that movie, since I've seen the movie a billion times and I will watch a 10 billion more times, I sat and watched my daughter watch the movie and just like me the very first time I watched the movie I was taken in by it and took me on an emotional ride for the entire length of the film as it did my daughter.
    I apologize for ranting on and some people will disagree with me about the movie but I thoroughly thoroughly enjoyed it answer to my daughter. I am still in the extreme fan an avid listener of the musical Genius of the doors and Jim Morrison.

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