Feast Of Friends

Jim Morrison and the Doors/Remo Giazotto/Tomaso Giovanni Albinoni - A Feast of Friends/Albinono’s Adagio in G Minor (* = ///) (* = //)          Wow I’m sick of doubt          Live in the light of certain South          Cruel bindings the servants have the power          Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors          I’m sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. Tower          I want roses in my garden bower; dig?          Royal babies rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud          These mutants blood meal for the plant that’s plowed                   *                           / They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death in a strange hour    unannounced unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed           N/C Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens’ claws          No more money no more fancy dress          This other kingdom seems by far the best          Until its other jaw reveals incest          And loose obedience to a vegetable law          I will not go          Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family