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Jim Morrison – Room 722 by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) from our new and 21st album The Chelsea Hotel#1.
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Jim Morrison – Room 722 lyrics
You were just a boy with dreams to live
A boy lost in the wilderness so wide and so big
The American night was oh so dark
You had to shine bright just to leave your mark
In the early years you lived on baked beans and LSD
Helped you to be free and become what you wanted to be
You knew you had so much that you wanted to say
You admired most of those that had done it their way
You’d played The Roundhouse in 68
I sold hotdogs outside the doors of the main gate
You said ‘Hi’ but you didn’t wanna eat
Said you didn’t like the colour of the meat
You were a rock rebel ahead of your time
On stage you looked so dandy and so fine
With your leather pants just like The Fugitive Kid
You wanted to let it all out and keep nothing hid
The Thought Police arrested you right there on stage
Said that ‘Public decency had been outraged’
Sentenced to 6 months inside of a jail
You appealed and they let you out on bail
You were like a Shaman on the stage
A desperado full of confusion and rage
Just like an angry young lion they said
With all those demons screaming inside your head
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
You moved to Paris and things looked great
You shaved your beard and lost some weight
They didn’t call you a drunkard and a user no more
You felt that life was now worth living for
You took a bath at the end of the night
You asked your girlfriend if things were alright
‘Are you still there’ were the last words that you said
Your heart stopped working, at 27 you were dead
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
A ‘Club 27’ member you became
So many of them suffered from the disease of fame
That took over their mind, body and soul
And then sucked them into that eternal black hole
At that Paris cemetery they lowered you into the ground
There were only 4 mourners that could be found
Laid to rest near Oscar Wilde
Why’d you go, you were still a child
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
At the Chelsea you’d stayed in Room 722
Near to the studio coz they’d taken your licence from you
There is a price for fame and it sure sucks
Later at auction they sold your hotel room door for 18,000 bucks
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
Jimi, Jimi howling at the moon
Why’d they come and take you so soon
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
PRS Tunecode 645215DQ
ISRC QZTB42461315
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