Angels And Sailors

The Doors

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 connections



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 sta

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