📌 Song Information

  • Title: The End

  • Artist: The Doors

  • Album: The Doors (debut album)

  • Writers: Primarily Jim Morrison (credited to all four members)

  • Producer: Paul A. Rothchild

  • Released: January 4, 1967

  • Length: 11 minutes 43 seconds

  • Label: Elektra Records


🎭 Song Summary

“The End” is one of the most haunting and evocative tracks ever recorded by The Doors. Originally written by Jim Morrison as a simple breakup song, it evolved into an epic, improvisational masterpiece that touches on themes of death, existential despair, and the collapse of identity. The song is built on a hypnotic mix of Robby Krieger’s dreamy guitar lines, Ray Manzarek’s eerie organ tones, and John Densmore’s freeform drumming, all woven together beneath Morrison’s spoken-word poetry and primal screams.

Lyrically, the song begins with a soft farewell—“This is the end, beautiful friend”—but slowly unravels into surrealistic imagery and Oedipal allusions, culminating in the controversial line: “Father, yes son, I want to kill you… Mother, I want to…” (often censored in performances and broadcasts). This disturbing crescendo shocked listeners in the late 1960s and pushed the boundaries of rock music as a form of psychological and poetic expression.

Despite its dark tone, “The End” has become a timeless piece, often used in film (most famously in Apocalypse Now) to convey the disintegration of sanity or the weight of war and loss. It remains a chilling, unforgettable musical experience.


🧠 Explained: Why This Song Haunts Us

The reason “The End” still captivates listeners is because it doesn’t follow the typical rules of songwriting—it’s a journey inward, a descent into the unconscious mind. Jim Morrison, heavily influenced by Jungian psychology and theater, used the song as a platform to explore the death of the ego, the fragility of identity, and the unresolved conflicts between parent and child.

The infamous Oedipal section—where the narrator confronts and symbolically “destroys” his father and unites with the mother—was not meant to be taken literally, but as a metaphor for breaking free from inherited expectations and familial control. Morrison performed this live with raw emotion, often entering trance-like states, as if reliving the trauma with each word.

“The End” is not meant to comfort, but to confront. It asks listeners to face the shadow parts of themselves—the repressed, the feared, the unspoken. That’s why even decades later, when this song plays, people don’t simply listen… they feel. Some say it’s a requiem. Others say it’s a confession. But to many, it’s the sound of letting go—of love, of control, of reality itself.


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🎤 Lyrics – The Doors – “The End”

This is the endBeautiful friendThis is the endMy only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the endOf everything that stands, the endNo safety or surprise, the endI’ll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be?So limitless and freeDesperately in needOf some stranger’s handIn a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of painAnd all the children are insaneAll the children are insaneWaiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of townRide the King’s Highway, babyWeird scenes inside the gold mineRide the highway west, babyRide the snake, ride the snakeTo the lake, the ancient lake, babyThe snake, he’s long, seven miles
Ride the snakeHe’s old and his skin is coldThe west is the bestThe west is the bestGet here and we’ll do the restThe blue bus is calling usThe blue bus is calling usDriver, where you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawnHe put his boots onHe took a face from the ancient galleryAnd he walked on down the hallHe went into the room where his sister lived, and then hePaid a visit to his brother, and then heHe walked on down the hall, andAnd he came to a doorAnd he looked inside
“Father?”“Yes, son?”“I want to kill you”“Mother, I want to…”
Come on baby, take a chance with usCome on baby, take a chance with usCome on baby, take a chance with usAnd meet me at the back of the blue busDoin’ a blue rug, on a blue bus, doin’ aCome on, yeah
Fuck, fuck-ah, yeahFuck, fuckFuck, fuckFuck, fuck, fuck yeahCome on, baby, come onFuck me, baby, fuck yeahWhoa
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeahFuck, yeah, come on, babyFuck me, baby, fuck, fuckWhoa, whoa, whoa, yeahFuck yeah, do it, yeahCome on!Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeahAlright
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the endBeautiful friendThis is the endMy only friend, the end
It hurts to set you freeBut you’ll never follow meThe end of laughter and soft liesThe end of nights we tried to dieThis is the end