Opening: (As pre-show music ends, House lights go to half. Band enters and takes positions. House lights out. Tape Recording: "Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, California; THE DOORS!" /echo/ Pin spot Center stage)

Mojo: There's the known and there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door. That's what I want to be. I want to be the door.

(BREAK ON THROUGH to the other side)

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run, tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
Can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She gets
She gets
She gets
She gets

I found an island in your arms
A country in your eyes,
Arms that chain, eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Made the scene from week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight, deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on thru, Break on thru
Break on thru, Break on thru
Break, Break, Break, Break
Break, Break, Break, Break
Break.

(After song, quick blackout. Lights up)

Mojo: In the beginning...there was nothing.
I mean, that's where it comes from.
First, there's nothing - then there's something.

Ya know the first time I discovered death. Me and my mother and father, and I'm not sure if my sister was there or whether she was alive or not, and my grandmother and grandfather were driving through the desert at dawn...and a truckload of Indian workers had either hit another car, or I don't know what happened but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. So, we, the car, pulls up and stops. And it's my first reaction to death. I must have been about four or five. Up to then, man, my whole trip was...ah...that locks the car door when you push that thing, or you can look out the window and...oh, I don't even remember if I'd seen a movie, man. And all the sudden these are redskins, ya know,and there just lying all over the road bleeding to death.

We came along after it happened. So they pulled the car up and they stopped, and uh...I'm just
a kid so I have to stay in the car with my mother, ya know. And my father and grandfather go back and check it out. And that was my first reaction to death, and I don't know whether I'm crazy or what, but I had the feeling when that happened...like I didn't want to look back. I'm just this little...like a child is a flower, man, whose head is just floating in the breeze. But the reaction I get now thinking back, looking back,is that possibly,the soul of one of those Indians, maybe several of them, just ran over and jumped into mybrain.
I didn't see nothin' man, ya know what I saw? All I saw was funny red paint and people lying around. But I'm sittin' there and I know something is happening 'cause I can dig the vibrations of the people who are around me, ya know, who I think are very heavy, because they're my parents and all that...grandparents.Everything is real secure like the ..uh, glove compartment... and all of a sudden I just realized that they didn'tknow what was happening any more than I did. That was the first time I tasted fear.

And like this is a projection from a long way back, but I do think, at that moment, the soul or the
ghosts of those dead Indians, maybe one or two of 'em, were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul, and I was like a sponge ready to just sit there and absorb it. It's not a ghost story,man, it's something that really means something to me.

RIDERS ON THE STORM

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 squirming 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

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
You gotta love your man

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

PEACE FROG

There’s blood in the streets it’s up to my ankles
Blood in the streets it’s up to my knees;
Blood in the streets of the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it’s following me.

Just about the break of day.
She came and then she drove away,
sunlight in her hair.

Blood on the streets runs a river of sadness
Blood on the streets, it’s up to my thigh.
The river runs right down the legs of the city;
The women are crying red rivers of weeping.

She came in town and then she went away,
Sunlight in her hair.

Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.

Blood in the streets of the town of New Haven;
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice.
Blood in my love in the terrible summer;
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers.
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation.
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

There’s blood in the streets it’s up to my ankles
Blood in the streets it’s up to my knees;
Blood in the streets of the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it’s following me. (segue)

HORSE LATITUDES

When the still sea conspires an armour
and her sullen and aboutive
currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead

Awkward instant
and the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
and sealed over.

PEOPLE ARE STRANGE

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange.

Mojo:
The pain, do you feel it.
The sickness, the sadness.
Look around you, poisons everywhere.
Do this, don’t do that.
THAT’S NOT WHERE IT’S AT!

You could say it's an accident that I was ideally suited for the work I'm doing, it's the feeling of a bow string being pulled back for 22 years and suddenly let go. I've always been attracted to ideas that were about revolt against authority, when you make your peace with authority, you become an authority. I like ideas about breaking away or overthrowing of established order. I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road to freedom – external revolt is a way to bring internal freedom. I tell you this; no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

FIVE TO ONE

Five to one, baby
One in five,
No one here gets out alive.
Now you get yours, baby
I'll get mine.
Gonna make it, baby, if we try.

The old get older and the
Young get stronger
May take a week and it
May take longer
They got the guns but
We got the numbers.
Gonna win, Yeah we're takin' over
Come on.

Your ballroom days are over, baby
night is drawing near.
Shadows of the evening grow across the year.
You walk across the floor with a flower in your hand,
Trying to tell me no one understands.
Trading your house for a handful of dimes.
Gonna make it baby in our prime,
Get together one more time.
(repeat and fade)