When the music's over,
when the music's over,
when the music's over,
turn out the lights, turn out the lights,
turn out the lights -

for the music is your special friend.
Dance on Fire as it intends,
music is your only friend until the end,
until the end, until the end.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection,
send my credentials to the houses of detention,
I've got some friends inside.
The face in the mirror won't stop.
The girl in the window won't drop.
A feast of friends alive she cried,
waiting for me outside.

Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear, I want to hear
the scream of the butterfly.

Come back, baby, back into my arms.
We're getting tired of hanging around,
waiting around with our heads on the ground.
I hear a very gentle sound,
very near, yet very far, very soft and very clear,
come today, come today.

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her.
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn.
Tied her with fences and dragged her down.
I hear a very gentle sound.
With your ear down to the ground.
We want the world and we want it
we want the world and we want it
we want the world and we want it
NOW NOW NOW

Persian night! See the light!
Save us, Jesus, save us.

So when the music's over
when the music's over,
when the music's over,
turn out the lights, turn out the lights,
turn out the lights -

for the music is your special friend.
Dance on Fire as it intends,
music is your only friend until the end,
until the end, until the end.

(The Doors/Jim Morrison, aus "Strange Days", 1967)

Rest in Peace, Jim.
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Sonst zitiert jeder an Jims Todestag aus "The End", ich wollte mal was anderes nehmen... Am besten finde ich die Live-Version von dem Song, wo Jim sich mit dem Publikum streitet.
"Now is that any way to behave in a Rockn'Roll concert??!"