In the song's coda, Morrison repeats the phrase "Mr. Mojo Risin'," which is an anagram of "Jim Morrison".
The song was recorded at The Doors Workshop on Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood, Los Angeles, between December 1970 and January 1971. Morrison recorded his vocal part in the bathroom of the makeshift studio due to the room's natural reverb. Marc Benno was a second guitarist on the session, Jerry Scheff played electric bass guitar.
The 40th Anniversary edition of the album version begins with a guitar riff of My Country Tis of Thee.
A yellow sheet of lined A4 paper with the lyrics of L.A. Woman written by Jim Morrison, was auctioned in Berkshire, UK for £13,000 on Aug 4, 2010.
LA Woman
The Doors Lyrics
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Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, see'mon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, see'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman see'mon
The lyrics to The Doors' song " L.A. Woman" are a representation of their love for Los Angeles, particularly the nightlife of the city. The lead singer, Jim Morrison, begins by describing his arrival in Los Angeles and the charm it holds. He notices the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows, adding to the romanticism of the city. He then asks whether the women in the city are lucky ladies or lost angels, creating a sense of mystery and fascination for the women in the city of light.
The second verse of the song describes the sights and sounds of Los Angeles. The hills are on fire, possibly alluding to the brush fires that often occur in Los Angeles. The singer then denies any accusations of not loving his partner by stating they would be a liar if they say so. The next line describes the seedy side of Los Angeles as the singer drives down his freeways at midnight, encountering topless bars and cops on patrol.
The chorus of the song then repeats the words "L.A. Woman" and "Sunday afternoon" four times, creating a sense of rhythm that mimics the movement of a car. The final verse of the song, "Motel Money Murder Madness" changes the mood of the song from happy to sad, and the repetitive chanting of "Mr Mojo Rising" creates an almost hypnotic effect, climaxing with "I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin' Woah, ohh yeah."
Line by Line Meaning
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
I arrived in town not long ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
I surveyed the area to get a sense of what's going on
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
I observed the young women living in their small homes in Hollywood
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Do you feel fortunate to be a woman in the City of Angels
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
Or do you feel like a wandering soul in a city of darkness
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, see'mon
The city is full of darkness, come on, let's see
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
Los Angeles woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Los Angeles woman on a lazy Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Los Angeles woman on a lazy Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Los Angeles woman on a lazy Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Driving through your residential areas
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your sadness, your sorrows, yes
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your deep feelings of sadness
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
Into your sadness, oh yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
I notice your hair is glowing
Hills are filled with fire
The hills are on fire
If they say I never loved you
If someone says I never loved you
You know they are a liar
You know they are lying
Drivin' down your freeways
Driving down your highways
Midnite alleys roam
Roaming through dark alleyways at midnight
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Police officers in cars, the nude bars
Never saw a woman...So alone, so alone
I have never seen a woman so lonely, so lonely
So alone, so alone
So lonely, so lonely
Motel Money Murder Madness
The craziness of hotels, money, and murder
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Let's shift the energy from happiness to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
A repetition of Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
A repetition of Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
I need to continue to rise
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
A repetition of Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mojo is rising, I must rise as well
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', I must continue to rise
Risin', risin'
Rising, rising
Gone risin', risin'
I have gone up, rising
I'm gone risin', risin'
I am rising, rising
I gotta risin', risin'
I have to rise, rise
Well, risin', risin'
Well, rising, rising
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
I have to, whoa, yeah, rise
Woah, ohh yeah
Whoa, oh yeah
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
Los Angeles woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Los Angeles woman, you are my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
Little Los Angeles woman, little Los Angeles woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
Los Angeles, Los Angeles woman
L.A. Woman see'mon
Los Angeles woman, come on
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, O/B/O CAPASSO
Written by: Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger
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