20.A Feast Of Friends
Jim Morrison Lyrics


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Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV tower

I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton
Thrillful comes death on a strange hour?
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring, over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to a vegetable law




I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family

Overall Meaning

In "A Feast Of Friends," Jim Morrison expresses frustration with the state of the world and the prevalence of doubt and cruelty. He calls for a return to a simpler, more joyful existence, represented by images of gardens, babies, and roses. However, he acknowledges that even in this seemingly idyllic world, there are darker forces at play, such as incest and the "vegetable law" that dictates obedience to nature. Morrison ultimately rejects this world as well and opts for a "Feast of Friends," a celebration of companionship and camaraderie over material wealth and societal norms.


One possible interpretation of this song is that it reflects Morrison's disillusionment with the countercultural movement of the 1960s. Despite the promises of peace, love, and freedom, Morrison saw that these ideals were often compromised or corrupted by human frailty and systemic oppression. He recognizes that death is an inevitable part of life, but also sees it as a liberating force that can transform us into "angels" with newfound power and freedom.


Interestingly, "A Feast Of Friends" was one of the last songs Morrison recorded with The Doors, appearing on their final album, "An American Prayer," which was released in 1978, several years after Morrison's death. The album featured both new material and re-recordings of earlier Morrison poems and recordings, which were set to music by the surviving members of the band.


Line by Line Meaning

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
I am tired of being uncertain about everything.


Live in the light of certain South
Live in the light of a certain place or direction.


Cruel bindings.
Being held back by cruel restraints.


The servants have the power
The lower class has the power to change things.


Dog-men and their mean women
The strong people are holding back and abusing the weak people.


Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors
The jerks are trying to stop the good people from doing good things.


I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the TV Tower, I want roses in My garden bower; dig?
I am tired of sad and serious people staring at me all the time


Royal babies, rubies Must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal For the plant that's plowed.
Important things must replace unimportant things.


They are waiting to take us into The severed garden
They are waiting to take us into death.


Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death on a strange hour Unannounced, unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've Brought to bed
Death is unexpected and can come at any time, even when it's not wanted.


Death makes angels of us all And gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's Claws
Death frees us from life's struggles and gives us wings to be free.


No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until it's other jaw reveals incest And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
Money and fancy things aren't important, a different kingdom seems better, but it has some hidden problems.


I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant Family.
I would rather be with my good friends than with the uncaring world.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond Manzarek, Robert Krieger

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