Paroles Rock Is Dead [rothchild Mix] de Doors (The)

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Hi ya matey.



Alright baby.

Gonna love ya.



When I was just a little boy,

About the age of five.

I went to sleep,

I heard my momma and poppa talking.

She said,

"We got to stop that boy,

He's gettin' too far out,

He's goin' wild, yeah.

We gotta stop that child."



And I lay there listening,

Feeling bad.

You know, people

I was feeling bad.



Momma didn't like

The way I did my thing.

The old lady,

She didn't get with that thing.

But my daddy was a sailor,

Get his head around,

And he said,

"Boy you got to do it son,

Get yourself intact."

You gotta love, love, love, love

Love my baby tonight.



Let me tell you, baby

About the death of rock.

I used to be a boy

In my home block.

Used to feel alone

Then I heard some news,

Bunch of cats

Got the rockin' news.

You know I love my rock 'n' roll people.

You know we got some fun.

We gonna rock tonight,

Yeah c'mon!



Rock and roll is dead!

Rock and roll is dead!

Rock and roll is dead!

Must be something else instead.

You got to lay right down and

Die, die, die, die yeah.



It's all over, baby.

That's it.

We gotta go.

We had some good times,

But it's gone.

It's all over.



I got a few things on my chest,

And I gotta get them off.

Now listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.

Now I don't want to hear

No talk about no revolution.

And I swear to God

I don't want to hear

No talk about no constitution.

And in my frame of mind,

I am in no mood

For no talk about no

Cremation.



The only thing I'm interested in,

I wanna have a good time.

I don't wanna hear no talk

About no riots,

No demonstrations,

No calcitrations,

No impablermations.

There's only one thing I want to see,

That's some dancin'

We're gonna have some fun!

We're gonna have a good time!

Let's roll!



Ah boogie!

All night long.

Yeah!



Rockin' little woman be my pal,

Gotta beep bop boo.

Gotta deek dock doo.

You gotta love, love,

Love ya baby little lotta gee dow dow,

Yeah c'mon!



Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute,

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.



Now listen here people!

I'm talkin' about

The death of rock and roll.

And who killed it.

I'm talkin' about the blues.

I'm talkin' about the news.

Have you heard, have you heard,

Have you heard the word?

Rock is dead.

Rock is dead.

Rock is dead.



Now I didn't want to be the one

To lay it on ya, sweetheart.

But I used to be a little fellow traveller.

I used to think we had the whole thing

Sewed up, momma.

Then I realized,

Rock and roll is dyin', baby.



I wanna see some fun.

I wanna see some hanging out.

I wanna see my people

Non-political,

Arithmetical,

Transcendental,

Irathamadental,

Coolambindang-bopalooka-nimbow.

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready to sing the blues, my baby?



Yeah,

I like it real slow,

I like it real bad,

I like to get myself together.

I love to hear you get undressed.

Naked woman,

Out of doors.

I don't care,

How loud you snore.

Sun go down,

Way out on the sea,

Here she comes,

Little girl, gonna set me free.



Alright c'mon,

Now, one more time!



Yeah...



Train arrive,

Sixteen coaches long.

Train arrive,

Sixteen coaches long.

Well I got my baby,

Gonna get on that train and run, yeah.



Well that big black train

Gonna get my baby.

Big black train.

Yeah, the big black train

Gonna get my love,

Gonna take her,

gonna hug her,

Gonna,

Whoa...



Gonna love, love, love,

Love a diggow, yeah.

Big black train.



Now when I got home

I heard my daddy say,

"You want a little peace?

Do you want a little peace?

Do you want a little soul?

Do you want a little soul?

Do you want a little soul?"



I could not help myself.

I could not help myself.

I could not help myself.

I could not help!

Help!

Help!

I'm dyin'!

I'm dyin'!

I'm dyin'!

I'm dyin'!

I'm dyin'!

I'm die, die...

Digga digga dooh dah, whoa!



It's over.

It's over.

It's over.



Have mercy!

Have mercy!

Have mercy on your poor son!



We had some good times.

We had a few good times.

But those good little times,

You know where they are?

They're absolutely, positively

Under the ground.

And...

As long as I got breath,

The death of rock

Is the death of me,

And rock is - dead!



Well, we're dead!

Alright!



Yeah...



Source: Rock Is Dead Bootleg - 1979 (Also released on the 1997 Box Set)

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