DIE BESTEN SONGS DES JIM MORRISON (TEIL 4): RIDERS ON THE STORM – THE DOORS

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jim2

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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JIM MORRISON

(TEIL 4)

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RIDERS ON THE STORM

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VON

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THE DOORS

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jim5

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STUDIO 1971:

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Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin‘ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan.
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

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jim6

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES JIM MORRISON (TEIL 2): L.A. WOMAN – THE DOORS

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jim4

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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JIM MORRISON

(TEIL 2)

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L.A. WOMAN

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VON

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THE DOORS

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jim3

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STUDIO 1971:

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Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night,
City of Night, City of Night, woo, c’mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, oh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin‘
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin‘ down your freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars,
The topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel, money, murder, madness
Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin‘, Mr. Mojo Risin‘
Mr. Mojo Risin‘, Mr. Mojo Risin‘
Got to keep on risin‘
Mr. Mojo Risin‘, Mr. Mojo Risin‘
Mojo Risin‘, gotta Mojo Risin‘
Mr. Mojo Risin‘, gotta keep on risin‘
Risin‘, risin‘
Gone risin‘, risin‘
I’m gone risin‘, risin‘
I gotta risin‘, risin‘
Well, risin‘, risin‘
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin‘
Whoa, oh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night, City of Night,
City of Night, City of Night, whoa, c’mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, you’re my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c’mon

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jim2

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 111): HOLLYWOOD

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hanker63

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 111)

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HOLLYWOOD

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hanker62

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„Hollywood is the

hemorrhoid on the

asshole of art.“

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hanker32

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 65): L.A.

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la1

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 65)

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L.A.

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la2

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„Hier in L.A. wird man

in Ruhe gelassen.

Du kannst 5 oder 6 Tage

tot in deinem Zimmer liegen,

und erst wenn du stinkst

oder nicht mehr die Miete zahlst,

kommen sie und schleifen

dich raus …“

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bukkk2

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