The transcript of
(PARIS, mid-June 1971)
as recorded by "JOMO & THE SMOOTHIES"
(Jim Morrison and two unknown street musicians)
Yeah!
Nod your
head if you ... you know ... Alright. Alright, now I ... I get 25% of everything
that happens, right?
Fantastic ... got your action
covered, Jim.
'Cos I brought 'em in here -
alright?
Fantastic.
Now these cats are outta sight
... right?
(Guitar tuning)
Sort of fun, sort of ... fucked ...
Do we have more than one minute?
Oh yeah, we have as long as
we want, man. Alright, what do you guys wanna sing?
I wanna sing uh ... You guys
think of a song, man, that was like a ... I wanna ....
Uh, let him start, you know,
he's a ...
I wanna play "Come On Baby,
I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar", d'you know that?
No wait, let's ... I'll put
the ... I'll put the mike in here, we can ... we can all sing. We can all
sing.
D'you know ... d'you know ...
d'you know "Come On Baby, I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar?"
Hey ... if you're ever ...
anything you wanna get in here ... get it ... way in here ... No, I don't
...
(Laughter)
D'you know "I Want To Dance
With My Indigo Sugar"?
No, I don't know that song,
I'm sorry.
(Guitar Tuning)
... get some tuning. What the
hell's he's doing? The universe is in tune. It's probably an ordered universe.
Oh, he's a poet, y'know. Poet.
He don't know it. He's a Longfeller!
(Singing) It's probably an
ordered universe - seen 93 billion million miles from here to walk Taurus
... d'you know that one?
You guys gotta get in tune,
then I can get in tune with you.
I can't tune this one, so maybe
it'd be better if you worked on that one.
Yeah, he doesn't ... he's not
an instrumentalist, really.
I'm more of a ... a suburban
... in ... industrialist.
Give him ... no, give him your
tune.
You think we're doing the right
thing?
He ... no, he's ... he's got
one, one of those chords on him ... Beautiful cigar, man. I see why
Fidel is just always...
Yeah, you have to bite the ends
off!
... outta sight ... uh ... you
don't have to bite the end off that!
You gonna be a suburban ...
sub ... suburban industrialist, you have to! (Laughter) I think they're pressing
us ... Hello Mother!
Uh no, they're tolerating us
until we get our asses in gear, right?
They've got nothing better
to do, have they? ... You think so? Should I act straighter?
No, give 'em a little ... give
'em a little ...
Give 'em a little soul?
Let 'em know you're where they're
at.
Artistry.
No, no, just a little ...
assholetry ... (singing) Weeellll I used to know her ... but she was ten
feet tall ...
... and she had blue eyes ...
I don't, get ... hey, let's
get in tune, come on.
I dunno.
Hey, forget it, it doesn't
matter - he's ... he'll never get in tune, man, he's not a musician ... I'm
a singer ... He's ...
Hey, I think he's got one extra
string on it. He must be a poet.
Hey, c'mon, give me it ...
well, we'll get it half-way there anyway.
I'm tryin' harder ... wait,
I'll try real hard this time ... How's that?
That's beautiful, man
- you are really outta sight, you, you know ... I would, I would suspect
...
They're looking bored in there.
Uh, yeah ... it's ... uh ...
an'I, I don't ... I don't blame 'em.
O.K.? Alright?
Hey listen, I ... um, hey,
would you give us a ... an audition? You know, just pretend like we're just
some nutty group, came in, and somehow ... they carted me into an audition
... (scratching noise) ... uh ... would you nod yes if you ...?
One of those guys passed out.
Uh I think ... that's ...
When he nodded his head, man,
he fell backwards.
(Laughter)
No...
He said yes, O.K.
O.K.
Starting now!
A-one, a-two, a-three
...
(Guitar picking)
I like it ... not
bad ... Hey you, you cats really go good together, you really do ...
Who's he?
Hey, remember this goes on
for about a half an hour, so you better just ...
Forty-five
minutes.
(Laughter)
O.K., now you name the song and we'll play it. Anything ... anything ...
how about uh ... "Mr Five Feet Five"? D'you know that one?
I was ... I was hoping you'd
ask that (laughs) (scratching noise) ... want a puff? ... "Little Miss Five
Feet Five" ... Oh, no, wait a minute, wait, what d'you want to play?
Anything, anything at all,
just play.
How about "Three Little Fishes, They Swam To The Sea"?
No, no, I ... let's ... no
... do, no, do a real song, man ... How 'bout this one? ...
Ready? Now listen, I got a favourite ... I wrote this myself ... Ssssh
... c'mon ... (singing) Well I used to know someone fair ... uh ... (clap)
... she had orange ribbons in her hair. She was such a trip, she was hardly
there, but I (handclapping) love her, just the same. (guitar solo including
"Ghost Riders In The Sky") Well, I got t'know someone fair ... she had
... orange ... ribbons in her hair! She was something fair ... T.V. maniac
- he wouldn't care ... I would care ... I'd care ... Such a hard road
long to seek it ... such a one good thing to freak it ... such a one now
would not care ... wish I was the one that's there ... yeah, come on ...
y'gotta - wo! ... yeah! ... Kill 'em!!! ... (spoken) Uh - uh ... I
didn't mean 'kill 'em', I just meant ... You gettin' that there?!
... (singing) Yeah ... Oh she used to have some fair so hair, just
as if there was no-one out there ... disappears ... Yes, her friend had a
baby, she could not resist ... yes, there was no-one who could ... break
through a window, yeah, knocked on her door ... friend wouldn't answer,
but ... she's still home ... well, her father has passed over, and her
sister is a star, and her mother smokes diamonds, and sleeps out in the car
... Yeah, but she remembers Chicago, the musicians and guitars, grass
by the lake, and people who laugh'd, make her poor heart ache ... Now we live
out on the valley, we work down on the farm, we climb up to the mountains,
and ... (sound of maracas) ... everything's fine ... you're still mine ...
I'm still yours ... you're still mine ... da-da-da, da-da-da ...
Hey, you wanna hear that? (music stops)
Yeah.
Just for the hell of it, you
know.
He's kind of ridiculous.
Really ridiculous, man, I think
it's ridiculous.
He didn't tape that.
Mm-mm.
Sure they did.
Oh, they couldn't
have taped that, man.
We ordered 'em to.
Fuck.
I'd like to hear it ... just
to hear how fucked we were ...
(Tape ends.)
(Thanks to Paul Carter
transcribing the recording. Special thanks to Jana Grünert for allowing
me to use her psychedelic drawing.)
This was transcribed from the CD "Jim Morrison The Lost Paris Tapes", Jomo
Records 3.5471.1, Canada.
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