The Doors - Feast of friends
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Jim Morrison and the Doors/Remo Giazotto/Tomaso Giovanni Albinoni – A Feast of
Friends/Albinono's Adagio in G Minor
(Db* = Db/E/G/Bb), (Cm* = A/C/Eb)
Gm
F Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Eb Live in the light of certain South
Cruel Dbindings, the servants have the powCmer
Db*
Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
D
GmI´m sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. FTower
Eb
I want Droses in my garden bower; dig?
Cm Db*
Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
D These mutants, blood meal for the Gmplant that´s plowed
Gm D Cm* D Gm Eb/Cm
FThey are waiting to take us into the severed gBbarden
Do you know, how pale and Ebwanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour Ab unannounced, unplanned for
Bb Ebmaj7/Dm
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
N/C
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens' claws
Dm No more money, no more fancy dressCm
This other kingdom seems by far the best
BbUntil its other jaw reveals incest
And Abloose obedience to a vegetable law
Gm I will not go
DPrefer a feast of friends to the giant family Gm