A Feast of Friends
The Doors 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 it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go




Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Door's song "A Feast of Friends" are rich with poetic imagery and metaphors. The song begins with the singer expressing their frustration with doubt and uncertainty and yearning to live in the light of certainty. However, the next line speaks of "cruel bindings," suggesting that the certainty they long for may come with a price. The following lines introduce the idea of "servants with power" and "dog-men and their mean women," alluding to a power dynamic that is oppressive to the singer.


The second stanza shifts in tone to speak of the singer's desire for beauty and fertility, represented by the images of roses and royal babies. However, these images are juxtaposed with the idea of aborted strangers in the mud, suggesting a sense of loss and fragility. The third stanza brings in the theme of death, describing it as a "strange hour unannounced, unplanned for." Death is personified as an over-friendly guest who, once invited in, transforms the singer into an angel with wings instead of shoulders.


Finally, the singer rejects the notion of material wealth and status, choosing instead a "Feast of Friends" over the "Giant Family." The line refers to the title of the song and suggests a sense of camaraderie and communal celebration as opposed to a hierarchical and oppressive structure.


Overall, "A Feast of Friends" includes themes of power dynamics, mortality, and the desire for freedom and communal celebration.


Line by Line Meaning

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
I'm fed up with feeling uncertain all the time


Live in the light of certain
Live with conviction and confidence


South
Perhaps a reference to the direction of death


Cruel bindings.
We are trapped by harsh circumstances


The servants have the power
Those who are beneath us in rank control our fate


Dog-men and their mean women
A derogatory description of those in power


Pulling poor blankets over
Trying to cover up the harsh reality of our situation


Our sailors
Our fellow humans who are lost and adrift in this world


I'm sick of dour faces
I'm tired of people looking down all the time


Staring at me from the TV
A commentary on the influence of media in shaping our perceptions


Tower, I want roses in
I long for beauty and joy in my life


My garden bower; dig?
Do you understand what I mean?


Royal babies, rubies
Symbols of wealth and privilege that people hold dear


Must now replace aborted
These symbols must take the place of the things we've lost


Strangers in the mud
Outcasts and outsiders who are despised by society


These mutants, blood-meal
A gruesome description of how these people are viewed


For the plant that's plowed.
They are seen as nothing more than fertilizer for those in power


They are waiting to take us into
Death is lurking and ready to claim us


The severed garden
A metaphor for the afterlife


Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Death can be both terrifying and exhilarating


Comes death on a strange hour
Death can strike at any time, without warning


Unannounced, unplanned for
We can never truly prepare for our own mortality


Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Death is like an unwelcome but familiar visitor


Brought to bed
An allusion to the phrase 'to be brought to one's deathbed'


Death makes angels of us all
Death elevates us to a higher, spiritual realm


And gives us wings
We are freed from the physical confines of this world


Where we had shoulders
Our corporeal forms are shed in death


Smooth as raven's
A reference to the bird's sleek, black feathers


Claws
A metaphor for our sharp, bony wings in the afterlife


No more money, no more fancy dress
When we die, material possessions lose their meaning


This other kingdom seems by far the best
The afterlife appears more desirable than life on Earth


Until it's other jaw reveals incest
A warning that the afterlife may also hold unpleasant surprises


And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
The 'vegetable law' may refer to the cycle of life and death that governs all living things


I will not go
The artist is not ready to die yet


Prefer a Feast of Friends
The singer would rather enjoy the company of loved ones while they can


To the Giant Family.
A rejection of the idea that everyone is a small part of a larger whole




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JIM (USA) MORRISON, JOHN PAUL DENSMORE, RAYMOND D. MANZAREK, ROBERT A KRIEGER

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