People Are Strange
My take is that this song is about relativity and perspective.
‘Women seem wicked when you’re alone’
‘Streets are uneven when you’re down’
So, things look differently when you feel different.
“…and he came to a door…and he looked inside. Father, yes son, I want to…wait a minute, what the hell am I doing up here? [looks out at audience] Listen guys, I’ve got a confession to make. Okay, where should I start. [takes a deep breath] First of all, I shoulda stayed in college and became a movie director like I wanted to, but after reading Nietzsche and passing by a car accident of dead indians, I lost my marbles and wanted to drop some acid in the desert with the rest of the band. After that, Ray let me stay in the band because I looked good and would draw the crowds. I’m only a poet, really, and half the time I’m either drunk or late for the shows anyway…so Ray does all the work. [sighs] Fuck this. I’ve lied to all of you. I’m going to die in my bathtub now. I’m sorry. Goodbye.”
I don’t really get what you’re saying besides you don’t like Jim Morrison.
I was quoting a lost live-show done in seventy-one when Jimmy finally realized what a dip-shit he was and admitted it on stage.
Just kidding. I used to love the doors, until I became a musician and discovered Frank Zappa, and progressive rock/jazz fusion in general.
Heidegger’s ideas on mood come to mind.
Is that your real hair?
LOL. No, I edited a pic and drew the hair, eyebrows and moustache. I was thinking Descartes when I did it. I also have one with a gigantic moustache, to honor one Friedrich Nietzsche.
You missed the others ones I made months ago. I made Dunamis look like Spinoza, James No.2 look like Marx, and I swear there was another one but I forget right now.
I never heard of Heidegger. What did he have to say on it?
Into this world were born
Into this world were thrown
Like a dog without a bone
an actor out on lone
Riders on the Storm
Simple enough. We’re thrown into the world. Life is hard. We ride it out. All of us do.
Theres a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Things we do in life, or storm, like take a holiday. Also, the dangers of the storm, the killer on the road.
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya 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
Love, the key to surviving the storm. The world depends on it and with it life will never end.