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November rain
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Civil war
(Slash / McKagan / Rose)
Special Thanks Niven / James
"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
Patiente
(1..2...1,2,3,4)
Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you
I'm still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt you're in my heart now
Said woman take it slow
It'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said sugar make it slow
And we'll come together fine
All we need is just a little patience
(inhale) Patience...
Ooh, oh, yeah
Sit here on the stairs
'Cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now, I'll wait dear
Sometimes, I get so tense
But I can't speed up the time
But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider
Said woman take it slow
Things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a little patience
Said sugar take the time
'Cause the lights are shining bright
You and I've got what it takes to make it
We won't fake it, Oh never break it
'Cause I can't take it
...little patience, mm yeah, ooh yeah,
Need a little patience, yeah
Just a little patience, yeah
Some more pati... (ence, yeah)
I've been walking these streets at night
Just trying to get it right (Need some patience, yeah)
It's hard to see with so many around
You know I don't like being stuck in a crowd (Could use some patience, yeah)
And the streets don't change but maybe the name
I ain't got time for the game
'Cause I need you (Patience, yeah)
Yeah, yeah well I need you
Oh, I need you (Take some patience)
Whoa, I need you (Just a little patience is all we need)
Ooh, this ti- me....
Evo nesto o JIMU MORRISONU PJEVACU LEGENDARNIH DOORSA
Jim Morrison (Melbourne, Florida, 8. prosinca 1943. - Pariz, 3. srpnja 1971.), američki pjevač, legendarni vođa "Doorsa"
Pravo ime - James Douglas Morrison
Sin admirala SAD ratne mornarice George Stephena Morrisona i Clare Clark Morrison.
Kao dijete, 1947. svjedoči prometnoj nesreći u pustinji u Novom Meksiku. Umislio je da je duša mrtvog indijanca ušla u njega, te da ga vodi kroz život. To ga uvjerenje neće napustiti do smrti, čak u pjesmi "Peace Frog" s albuma "Morrison hotel" opisuje to iskustvo.
Završio je školu George Washinton u Alexandriji (Virginia)u lipnju 1961. godine. Prema riječima njegova profesora književnosti, Jim je čitao mnogo više od svih kolega u razredu, a njegov ukus bio je do krajnjih granica ekscntričan i izvan konvencija, pa često ni sam spomenuti profesor nije znao za djela o kojima Jim govori. U kolovozu iste godine vojska prebacuje Admirala i njegova familiju u južnu Kaliforniju. Jim Morrison je otišao živjeti kod bake i djeda u Clearwater (Florida) gdje je pohađao St. Petersburg Junior College. Kasnije se prebacio na državno sveučilište u Floridi koje je pohađao imeđu 1962.-1963. godine. U siječnju 1964. odlazi u južnu Kaliforniju. Tamo započinje studirati kinematografiju na UCLA-u, no odustaje ne završivši do kraja i upoznaje klavijaturista Raya Manzareka. Manzarek je tada svirao u blues grupi "Rick and the Ravens". Budući da je Manzarek bio oduševljen Morrisonovm pjesmom "Moonlight Drive" njih dvoje formiraju Doorse. Pridružuje im se na bubnjevima John Densmore, a na njegov nagovor mjesto gitariste dobiva Robbie Krieger. Nakon što je 1965. godine završio studij Morrison je započeo voditi boemski život u Venice Beachu kraj Los Angelesa. Zbog prehrambenog režima od malo hrane i mnogo LSDa, nekad puniji Morrison je do 1966. godine zadobio svoj izgled prepoznatljiv s fotografija tzv. "kristova poza"(slika na dnu), koja se nalazi na albumu "The Best of" i snimljena je 1966. godine.
Morrison nije znao svirati niti jedan instrument, ali je pridonosio komponiranju tako što bi već u "glavi" imao melodiju za svoj tekst. Osim što je bio pjevač The Doorsa, bio je autor nekoliko knjiga poezije, dokumentaraca,kratkog filma i ranog muzičkog video spota za pjesmu "The Unknown Soldier". Što se tiče ljubavnog života, Jim Morrison bio je apsolutni seks-simbol zbog svoje tzv. neodoljive karizme, ali u njegovom srcu jedino značajnije mjesto imala je Pamela Susan, njegova dugogodišnja ljubav, kojoj je čak i posvetio svoju knjigu poezije "Divljina". Njihova veza nije bila pošteđena turbulencija, pa je često bila na rubu između ludila i izopačenosti.
Smrt
Oko smrti legendarnog Morrisona saplelo se nekoliko priča. Njegova djevojka Pamela ispričala je kako su boravili u njihovu stanu, te da se Jim otišao okupati, no kad je ona ušla u kupaonicu našla ga je mrtvog u kadi.
Nakon dvadeset godina progovorio je i Jimov prijatelj, fotograf Alen Roney, koji je prijavio Morrisonovu smrt pod njegovim pravim imenom Douglas, kako ga ne bi mogli odmah dovesti u vezu sa slavnim "Kraljem guštera". On je bio taj koji je organizirao i njegov tajni pogreb kojemu je nazočilo samo pet ljudi. Roney tvrdi da je Jim Morrison umro od prekomjerne doze heroina i da je posljednja tri dana proveo "fiksajući" se sa svojom djevojkom.
Pokopan je na groblju Pere-Lachaise u Parizu. Tamo se nalaze grobovi Molierea, filozofa Abelarda, umjetnika Marcela Prousta, Chopina, Oscara Wildea, Maxa Ernsta itd.
Kad su Jimovi prijatelji u Americi saznali za njegovu smrt isprva u nju nisu mogli povjerovati. Ray Manzarek je prvi iznio teoriju kako je Jim odglumio smrt da bi se u anonimnosti posvetio književnosti. To je potaknulo mnoge druge priče, pa su se čak javili neki svjedoci koji su Jima navodno vidjeli živog u Africi. Cijelom misteriju pomogao je i potajni pokop Jimovih posmrtnih ostataka na pariškom groblju Pere Lachaise. Ipak, teorije o "odglumljenoj smrti" su najvjerojatnije neutemeljene i uglavnom se javljaju kod ljudi koji u kratkom životu učine velika djela. Ostao je jedna od najvećih rock legendi svih vremena