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About the song

Emerging from the hazy depths of 1967, “Angels and Sailors” stands as a poignant encapsulation of Jim Morrison‘s enigmatic persona and the untamed spirit of The Doors. This spoken-word piece, nestled within the confines of their debut album The Doors, unveils a raw, unfiltered narrative that delves into the fringes of human experience, painting vivid imagery with Morrison’s signature poetic flair.

Morrison’s hypnotic baritone weaves a tale of “Angels and Sailors”, two seemingly disparate groups brought together in a shared pursuit of revelry and liberation. The “Angels”, often associated with innocence and purity, shed their celestial cloaks to engage in carnal pleasures, while the “Sailors”, hardened by the sea’s unforgiving embrace, seek solace in the fleeting joys of the flesh.

The setting, a “backyard fence”, transforms into an impromptu sanctuary where societal constraints are cast aside. “Tents” become makeshift temples, housing a congregation of souls yearning for transcendence. “Dreams”, unburdened by the weight of reality, intertwine and mingle, creating a kaleidoscope of consciousness.

“Soft luxuriant cars”, symbols of material wealth, lie abandoned, their allure eclipsed by the primal urges that grip the protagonists. “Girls in garages”, stripped of their societal facades, shed their inhibitions, their bodies becoming vessels for unrestrained pleasure.

“Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer” fuel the Dionysian frenzy, their intoxicating effects blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The participants, “jumped, humped, born to suffer”, embrace their baser instincts, finding solace in the shared experience of primal abandon.

Morrison‘s words, imbued with a raw, confessional honesty, paint a visceral portrait of humanity stripped bare, yearning for connection and release from the shackles of societal norms. The “wilderness” becomes a metaphor for the untamed human spirit, where inhibitions are shed and true selves are unveiled.

“Angels and Sailors” is not merely a song; it’s an auditory odyssey into the depths of human desire and the intoxicating allure of transgression. Morrison‘s poetic prose, laced with a blend of vulnerability and defiance, serves as a testament to the transformative power of music to confront the complexities of the human condition.

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Lyrics

Angels and sailorsRich girls, backyard fences, tents
Dreams watching each other narrowlySoft luxuriant carsGirls in garages, strippedOut to get liquor and clothesHalf gallons of wine and six-packs of beerJumped, humped, born to sufferMade to undress in the wilderness
I will never treat you meanNever start no kind of sceneI’ll tell you every place and person that I’ve been
Always a playground instructor, never a killerAlways a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or overHe maneuvered two girls into his hotel roomOne a friend, the otherThe young one, a newer strangerVaguely Mexican or Puerto RicanPoor boy’s thighs and buttock scarred by a father’s beltShe’s trying to riseStory of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death gamesHandsome lad, dead in a carConfusion, no connectionsCome here, I love youPeace on earthWill you die for me?Eat meThis wayThe end
I’ll always be trueNever go out, sneaking out on you, babeIf you’ll only show me Far Arden again
I’m surprised you could get it upHe whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt“Haven’t I been through enough?” she asksNow dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleedShe says her periodIt’s Catholic heavenI have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neckMy chest is hard and brownLying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virginWe could plan a murder or start a religion