Rock Is Dead - The Doors

Hi, you lady, alright, babe, gonna love ya

When I was just a little boy, bout the age of five

I went to sleep, I heard my mama and papa talking

She said, «We got to stop that boy, hes gettin' too far out

Hes goin wild, we gotta stop that child»

And I lay there listening, feeling bad

You know, people, I was feeling bad

Mama didn’t like the way I did my thing

The old lady, she didn’t get with that thing

But my daddy was a sailor, get his head around

And he said, «Boy, you got to do it, son, get yourself intact

You gotta love, love, love, love, love, my baby tonight

Let me tell you, baby, bout the death of rock

I used to be a boy in my home block

Used to feel alone then I heard some news

Bunch ocats got the rockin news

You know I love my rock n roll people

You know we got some fun

We gonna rock tonight, yeah cmon

Rock and roll is dead

Rock and roll is dead

Must be something else instead

You got to lay right down and die, die, die, die yeah

Its all over baby, thats it

We gotta go, we had some good times

But its gone, its all over

I got a few things on my chest, I got to get em off

Now listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

Now I dont want to hear no talk about no revolution

And I swear to God I dont want to hear

No talk about no constitution

And in my frame of mind I am in no mood for

No talk about no cremation

The only thing Im interested in

I wanna have a good time

I dont wanna hear no talk about no riots

No demonstrations, no cacitritions, no impablermations

Theres only one thing I want to see

Thats some dancin, were gonna have some fun

Were gonna have a good time, lets roll

O boogie, all night long, yeah

Rocky little woman, be my pal

Gonna be the fool, gotta deep-dap-doo

You gotta love, love, love ya baby little lotta-gita-do

Yeah cmon

Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, now listen here people

Im talkin about the death of rock and roll

And who killed it

Im talkin about the blues

Im talkin about the news

Have you heard, have you heard

Have you heard the word?

Rock is dead

Rock is dead

Now I didn’t want to be the one to lay it on ya sweetheart

But I used to be a little fellow traveler

I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama

Then I realized, rock and roll is dying, baby

I wanna see some fun

I wanna see some hanging out

I wanna see my people

Non-political, arithmetical

Transcendental, irathamadental

Coolambindang bupalookanimbo

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready to sing the blues, my baby?

Yeah, I like it real slow, I like it real bad

I like to get myself together

I love to hear you get undressed

Naked woman, out of doors

I dont care how loud you snore

Sun goin down, way out on the sea

Here she comes, little girl, gonna set me free

Alright cmon, now one more time

Yeah, tTrain aride, sixteen coaches long

Train aride, sixteen coaches long

Well, I got my baby

Gonna get on the train and run, yeah

Well, that big black train gonna get my baby

Big black train, yeah, the big black train gonna get my love

Gonna take her, gonna hug her, gonna, whoa

Gonna love, love, love, love a dingo yeah, big black train

Now when I got home, I heard my daddy say

«You want a little piece?

Do you want a little peace?

Do you want a little soul?

Do you want a little soul?»

I could not help myself, I could not help myself

I could not help, help, help

Im dyin, Im dyin, Im dyin

Im die, die, digadigadoohdah, whoa

Its over, its over

Have mercy, have mercy

Have mercy on your poor son

We had some good times

We had a few good times

But those good little times, you know where they are?

Theyre absolutely, positively under the ground

And as long as I got breath, the death of rock

Is the death of me and rock is dead

Well, were dead, alright, yeah

Rock is dead