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666 The Dead Zone 214-522-5321 300/1200/2400 666 Group: The Doors Album: Strange Days "Strange Days" Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They're going to destroy Our casual joys. We shall go on playing Or find a new town. Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin And you know this is it. Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone, Bodies confused, Memories misused, As we run from the day To a strange night of stone. "Unhappy Girl" Unhappy girl, Left all alone Playing solitaire Playing warden to your soul You are locked in a prison Of your own devise. And you can't believe What it does to me, To see you Crying. Unhappy girl, Tear your web away Saw through all your bars Melt your cell today You are caught in a prison of your own devise. Unhappy girl, Fly fast away Don't miss your chance To swim in mystery You are dying in a prision Of your own devise. "Horse Latitudes" When the still sea conspires an armor And her sullen and aborted Currents breed tiny monsters, True sailing is dead. Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned, Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop, And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Content In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over. "Moonlight Drive" Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide Penetrate the evening That the city sleeps to hide Let's swim out tonight, love It's our turn to try Parked beside the ocean On our moonlight drive. Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide Surrender to the waiting worlds That lap against our side. Nothing left open And no time to decide. We've stepped into a river On our moonlight drive. Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide You reach a hand to hold me But I can't be your guide. It's easy to love you As I watch you glide. We're falling through wet forests On our moonlight drive. Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride Goin' down by the ocean side Gonna get real close Get real tight Baby gonna drown tonight. Goin' down, down, down. "My Eyes Have Seen You" My eyes have seen you Stand in your door When we meet inside Show me some more. My eyes have seen you Turn and stare Fix your hair Move upstairs. My eyes have seen you Free from disguise Gazing on a city under Television skies. My eyes have seen you Let them photograph your soul Memorize your alleys On an endless roll. "I Can't See Your Face in my Mind" I can't see your face in my mind Carnival dogs Consume the lines Can't see your face in my mind. Don't you cry. Baby, please don't cry - And don't look at me With your eyes. I can't seem to find the right lie Insanity's horse Adorns the sky Can't seem to find the right lie. Carnival dogs Consume the lines Can't see your face in my mind. Don't you cry. Baby, please don't cry. I won't need your picture Until we say goodbye. "When the Music's Over" When the music's over Turn out the lights. The music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end. Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection, Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside. The face in the mirror won't stop. The girl in the window won't drop. A feast of friends- "Alive!" she cried, Waiting for me Outside! Before I sink Into the big sleep, I want to hear the scream of the butterfly. Come back, baby Back into my arm. We're getting tired of waiting around, Waiting around with our heads to the ground. I hear a very gentle sound. What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and tied her with fences and dragged her down. I hear a very gentle sound. With your ear down to the ground - We want the world and we want it Now! Persian night! See the light! Save us! Jesus! Save us! So when the music's over, Turn out the lights. The music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until THE END! "People are Strange" People are strange when you're a stranger, Faces look ugly when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted, Streets are uneven when you're down. When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange. "Love me Two Times" Love me two times, baby Love me twice today Love me two times, girl I'm goin' away. One for tomorrow, One just for today, Love me two times - I'm goin' away. Love me one time - I could not speak, Love me one time Yeah, my knees got weak, But love me two times, girl Last me all through the week. Love me two times - I'm goin' away. Oh, yes. Love me two times, babe Love me twice today Love me two times, babe 'Cause I'm goin' away. Love me two times, girl One for tomorrow, One just for today Love me two times I'm goin' away. "You're Lost Little Girl" You're lost little girl You're lost little girl You're lost Tell me who Are you? I think that you know what to do, Impossible? Yes, but it's true. I think that you know what to do - I think that you know what to do. _________________________ X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699 The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674 Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560 "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X

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