There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.
[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic.
No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.
Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also. A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.