The Doors

Letra de Angels and Sailors

Letras de The Doors

"Angels and Sailors"

Angels and sailors 
rich girls 
backyard fences 
tents 

Dreams watching each other narrowly 
soft luxuriant cars 
Girls in garages, stripped 
out to get liquor and clothes 
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer 
Jumped, humped, born to suffer 
made to undress in the wilderness. 



I will never treat you mean 
Never start no kind of scene 
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been. 



Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over

He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican 
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt

She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car 

Confusion
No connection
Come 'ere 

I love you 

Peace on earth 

Will you die for me? 

Eat me 

This way 

The end 



I'll always be true 

Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe 

If you'll only show me Far Arden again. 



I'm surprised you could get it up 

He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt 

Haven't I been through enough? she asks 

Now dressed and leaving 

The Spanish girl begins to bleed 

She says her period 

It's Catholic heaven 

I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck 

My chest is hard and brown 

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin 

We could plan a murder 

Or start a religion.