MORRISON
HOTEL 1970
Everyone was hangin' out,
Hangin' up and hangin' down.
Hangin' in and holdin' fast,
Hope our little world will last.
Yeah, along came Mister Goodtrips,
Looking for a new ship.
A-come on, people, better climb on board.
A-come on, baby, now we're going home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools.
The human race was dying out,
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon,
Smog gonna get you pretty soon.
Ship of fools, ship of fools,
Ship of fools, ship of fools,
Ship of fools, ship of fools, ship of fools.
Yeah, climb on board now.
Ship's gonna leave ya' far, far behind.
A-gotta climb on board, yeah.
Ship of fools, ship of fools,
Ship of fools...
7. LAND HO!
(Jim Morrison/Robby Krieger)
Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee.
He said, "Son, I'm goin' crazy from livin' on the land.
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands."
This old man was graceful, with silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and he walked for country miles, *
Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty,
Songs of love and songs of death, songs to set men free. Hey!
I've got three ships and sixty men,
A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let North winds blow
Till half of us are dead.
Land Ho!
