Unlike every piece of worth-hearing music, you don't listen to the Doors every time. They are special, not only because they remain one of the most classic hard rock bands ever, but because the Audience has to be in a "Doors" mood to really feel them out.
"There Are Things Known, and Things Unknown, and In Between Are the Doors"
True.
Doors need you to open your minds, and they dive inside, and then they swim in a never ending jelly marshmallow of your insides, and you feel faint and alive at the same time, and you can't sleep and you can't stay awake either, so you hear more and more, more and more, until you lose track of time or your senses, where every fall of the pigeon's feather bangs hard on your soul, and every heartbreak, every dejection falls on feathery ground and is washed away silently, without mattering much to you anymore.
"All right
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your our child, screamin' wild
An ancient lunatic reigns
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha"
* Legends stay on forever. My Respects!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRAr354usf8
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