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The Celebration Of The Lizard
The Doors Lyrics


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Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city

The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin

Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin

Wake up
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me
Old, she's not, young
Her dark white hair
Her white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain

Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called 'go insane'

Now, you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect a different steeple

This little game is fun to do
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through, yeah

Uh

Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
The quiet unearthly presence of gentle hill people
In the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples

Wait
There's been a slaughter here

Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby, run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby, run with me
Let's run

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C'mon along, we're not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar

The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon

We should see the gates by morning
We should be insisde by evening

Ohh
Let the carnival bells ring
Let the serpent sing
Let everything

We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled

And I can tell you the names of the Kingdom
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade

I am the Lizard King
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready

Overall Meaning

The Doors' 'Celebration of The Lizard' is a long, surreal and symbolic poem about a man who flees the chaos and disorder of his city and travels down south to Mexico to find some solace. The poem describes his bizarre experiences and disjointed thoughts as he alternates between dreams and reality. The opening lines depict the man’s desperation and confusion, as he encounters a violent and grave situation: lions and dogs are rampaging through the streets, and his mother’s body is decaying in the summer ground. He decides to escape his chaotic surroundings, but is haunted by his past memories as he crosses the border.


The poem then transitions into a dream-like sequence where the singer wakes up in a green hotel, lying next to a “strange creature” with sweat oozing from its skin. The refrain “Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin,” emphasizes the surreal and ominous atmosphere of the poem. The second half of the poem explores the man’s struggles with time and mortality, as he visualizes a snake and confronts his own descent into insanity. The poem concludes with a triumphant declaration by the man that he is the “Lizard King” and an invitation to retire to his tent and dream of tomorrow.


Line by Line Meaning

Lions in the street and roaming
There is chaos and danger in the city


Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
The city is filled with aggressive and uncontrollable individuals


A beast caged in the heart of a city
There is a sense of wildness and hostility lurking within the urban environment


The body of his mother
There is a connection to the past and a sense of loss


Rotting in the summer ground
The decay of the past is symbolized by the corpse of the mother


He fled the town
The singer escapes from the chaotic and oppressive city


He went down South and crossed the border
He seeks refuge and freedom in a different region


Left the chaos and disorder
Leaving behind the turmoil and disarray of his previous life


Back there over his shoulder
Despite his escape, he still carries the memories and remnants of his past


One morning he awoke in a green hotel
He finds himself in a new environment, possibly representing a fresh start


With a strange creature groaning beside him
He is accompanied by an unfamiliar presence, possibly reflecting his internal struggles


Sweat oozed from its shiny skin
There is a sense of discomfort and unease in this new setting


Is everybody in?
Is everyone ready and present?


The ceremony is about to begin
An event or transformation is about to take place


Wake up
Become aware and attentive


You can't remember where it was
There is a sense of confusion and disorientation


Had this dream stopped?
Is the dream or desired reality coming to an end?


The snake was pale gold
The snake symbolizes something alluring but dangerous


Glazed and shrunken
The snake appears lifeless and diminished


We were afraid to touch it
There is a sense of fear and apprehension towards this symbol


The sheets were hot dead prisons
The bedding represents confinement and discomfort


And she was beside me
There is a female presence or relationship that is close to the artist


Old, she's not, young
The woman appears to be ageless or timeless


Her dark white hair
Her hair color is conflicting or paradoxical


Her white soft skin
Her skin is described as soft and pale


Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
The singer is urged to reflect and confront themselves


Look!
Observe and pay attention


She's coming in here
There is a sense of invasion or intrusion


I can't live through each slow century of her moving
The artist feels overwhelmed by the passage of time and the enduring presence of this woman


I let my cheek slide down
The singer submits or surrenders to the situation


The cool smooth tile
The coldness and hardness of the tile represents detachment and numbness


Feel the good cold stinging blood
There is a sensation of pain, but it is strangely satisfying


The smooth hissing snakes of rain
The rain is depicted as serpents, emphasizing its mysterious and unsettling nature


Once I had, a little game
The artist had a way of coping or distracting himself


I liked to crawl back into my brain
He found solace and escape within his own thoughts


I think you know the game I mean
The listener is invited to understand this coping mechanism


I mean the game called 'go insane'
The game involves losing touch with reality and embracing madness


Now, you should try this little game
The singer encourages someone else to engage in this escapism


Just close your eyes, forget your name
Detach yourself from your identity and surroundings


Forget the world, forget the people
Let go of external influences and distractions


And we'll erect a different steeple
Together, they will create a new reality or perspective


This little game is fun to do
Escaping reality can be enjoyable and liberating


Just close your eyes, no way to lose
There are no negative consequences in this world of imagination


And I'm right here, I'm going too
The artist is willing to join in this shared delusion


Release control, we're breaking through, yeah
Letting go of rationality and inhibitions leads to a sense of freedom and transcendence


Way back deep into the brain
Diving into the depths of the mind


Way back past the realm of pain
Beyond the realm of suffering and anguish


Back where there's never any rain
Returning to a place of emotional and mental stability


And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
Exploring the intricate and complex thoughts and emotions hidden within


The quiet unearthly presence of gentle hill people
Encountering peaceful and harmonious aspects of oneself


In the gentle hills around
Surrounded by these serene elements


Reptiles abounding
Reptiles symbolizing ancient instincts and primal desires are prevalent


Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Exploring remnants of the past and hidden depths within oneself


Each house repeats a mold
Society's expectations and patterns are repetitive and confining


Windows rolled
Windows closed off or concealed


Beast car locked in against morning
Suppressing wild or chaotic aspects until the morning comes


Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
The environment lacks vitality and reflection


Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
The mundanity and stagnation of conventional relationships


Wound in sheets
Trapped or entangled in the confines of bedding


And daughters smug with semen
Suggesting a sense of arrogance or complacency in reproduction


Eyes in their nipples
Provocative imagery highlighting the objectification of women


Wait
Pause and stay alert


There's been a slaughter here
There has been a violent and brutal incident


Don't stop to speak or look around
Keep moving forward without distractions or hesitation


Your gloves and fan are on the ground
Symbolic items of disguise or protection have been discarded


We're getting out of town
Escaping and leaving the current environment


We're going on the run
Embarking on a journey of escape and freedom


And you're the one I want to come
The artist desires the company and support of another person


Not to touch the earth
Avoiding the harsh realities or dangers outside


Not to see the sun
Choosing to remain in darkness and ignorance


Nothing left to do, but
There are no other options or alternatives


Run, run, run
Emphasizing the urgency and necessity of escape


Let's run
Let us flee together


House upon the hill
A prominent and powerful residence


Moon is lying still
The moon is calm and unmoving in the sky


Shadows of the trees
The dim shapes cast by the trees


Witnessing the wild breeze
Observing the untamed wind


C'mon baby, run with me
Inviting someone to join in the escape and adventure


Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
Symbols of power and authority are corrupted and lifeless


The engine runs on glue and tar
The machinery that powers society is built upon fragile and unstable foundations


C'mon along, we're not going very far
Encouraging someone to join in despite the limited distance of the journey


To the East to meet the Czar
Heading towards an encounter with a figure of authority and power


The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
The luxurious residence offers comfort and security


Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
The interior is filled with opulence and indulgence


Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
The lavish furnishings exude a sense of decadence and extravagance


And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah
The true nature of this privileged world remains hidden until one becomes a part of it


Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
Rebels or outsiders reside near the peaceful lake


The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
A forbidden or unconventional romance has developed between the daughter of authority and a dangerous figure


Who lives in a well by the side of the road
The snake lives in an ordinary and overlooked place


Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon
An urgent call to awareness and action, as they are close to reaching their destination


We should see the gates by morning
They anticipate arriving at their intended location in the morning


We should be inside by evening
Their goal is to enter and establish themselves within their destination before the evening


Ohh
Expression of longing or anticipation


Let the carnival bells ring
Welcoming the excitement and celebration of their arrival


Let the serpent sing
Allowing the snake, symbolizing temptation or liberation, to have its voice


Let everything
Embracing all aspects and experiences


We came down the rivers and highways
They made their journey through various paths and routes


We came down from forests and falls
They descended from natural and untamed environments


We came down from Carson and Springfield
They traveled from different cities or towns


We came down from Phoenix enthralled
They arrived from a place of fascination and captivation


And I can tell you the names of the Kingdom
The artist possesses knowledge and insight into realms of power and authority


I can tell you the things that you know
There is a shared understanding and recognition of certain truths


Listening for a fistful of silence
Seeking moments of peace and tranquility


Climbing valleys into the shade
Embarking on a journey through challenging and hidden paths


I am the Lizard King
The artist proclaims their mastery and control over their own identity


Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Encouraging others to retreat and reflect on their own desires and aspirations


Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
They are on the brink of returning to their origins and confronting their past


I want to be ready
Expressing a desire to be fully prepared mentally and emotionally for the upcoming reunion




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

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@catstap3067

Lyrics:
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town

He went down South and crossed the border
Left chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shining skin
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin

Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold, glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisms
And she was beside me
Old, she's no, young
Her dark red hair, the white soft skin

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look! she's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down, the cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain

Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know, the game I mean
I mean the game, called, 'Go insane'

You should try this little game
Just close your eyes forget your name
Forget the world, forget the people
And we'll erect, a different steeple

This little game is fun to do
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right there, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through

Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams

Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold, windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant

Dust Lying under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples

Wait
There's been a slaughter here

Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town, we're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run, let's run

House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead President's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C'mon along, we're not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home

We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside by evening

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn
I will get you
Soon, soon, soon

I am the lizard king
I can do anything

We came down
The rivers and highways
We came down from
Forests and falls

We came down from
Carson and Springfield
We came down from
Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you

The names of the Kingdom
I can tell you
The things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade

For seven years, I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now, I have come again
To the land of the fair and the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest

Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready



@marc-andrebrun8942

when i was teen, English lessons were almost boring;
but i got motivation with some songs;
this one is one of them;
the others one's :
Sympathy for the devil, Stones
Epitaph, King Crimson
The sound of silence, Simon & Garfunkel
All along the watchtower, Hendrix version
Girl, Beatles
We're gonna take it, the Who



@brendanparedes6646

This is my 'go-to' Karaoke song, no matter what kinda crowd or bar...

Blows their f*ck*ng minds man, I open with the whole 'You Cannot Petition the Lord with Prayer' as an intro, & that kinda stuns them...then I go straight into the Celebration, Shock & Awe ya know man...

Ya dig? Disorient them a little bit first, then you give em the show,.. I'm talking a 'Slow pull of the red & gold velvet curtain' man...Knocks em right on their fannies, stone cold solid brothah...You'd dig it the most...

Then I close with a 48 minute avant-garde, interpretive dance of 'The Great Gatsby' set to Cab Callaway's 'Minnie the Moocher' which repeats 12 times lasting the entire duration of the dance...

If you can pull all this off, everyone in the audience will buy your food & drinks, & want to be your best friend that night....But should be a little dodgy & do it all at the wrong pace, either too fast or too slow, then the crowd will turn on you, & you shall find yourself unwelcome in that establishment & town



@leomtz1195

Leones en la calle y perros
vagabundos en celo, rabiosos, echando espuma
Una fiera enjaulada en el corazón de una ciudad

El cuerpo de su madre
pudriéndose en la tierra del verano
Huyó de la ciudad
Fue hacia el sur y cruzó la frontera

Dejó el caos y el desorden
Les dio la espalda
Una mañana se despertó en un hotel verde

Con una extraña criatura gimiendo a su lado
El sudor rezumaba de su brillante piel

¿Estamos todos?
¿Están todos aquí?

La ceremonia está a punto de comenzar

¡Despierta!

No puedes recordar dónde fue.
¿Ha terminado este sueño?
La serpiente era de oro pálido
Vidriosa y encogida

Teníamos miedo de tocarla
Las sábanas eran cálidas prisiones muertas

Y ella estaba a mi lado.
Vieja, no es … joven
Su oscuro cabello rojizo

La piel blanca y suave
Ahora ¡corre al espejo del baño!

¡Mira!

Viene hacia aquí
No puedo vivir a través de cada lento siglo de sus movimientos

Dejo deslizar mi mejilla
La baldosa fresca y lisa
Siento la buena y fría sangre escociendo

El suave silbido de las serpientes de lluvia
Una vez tuve un jueguecito

Me gustaba colarme sigilosamente dentro de mi cerebro

Creo que conoces ese juego al que me refiero
Hablo del juego llamado «volverse loco»

Ahora tú deberías probar este jueguecito
Sólo cierra tus ojos, olvida tu nombre

Olvida el mundo, olvida la gente
Y erigiremos una torre diferente
Este jueguecito es divertido de hacer

Sólo cierra tus ojos, nunca se pierde

Estoy aquí, yo también voy
Afloja el control, estamos atravesando

Retrocedo hasta lo más profundo del cerebro
Retrocedo más allá del dolor

Vuelvo donde no nunca hay lluvia
Y la lluvia cae suavemente sobre la ciudad
Y sobre las cabezas de todos nosotros

Y en el laberinto de arroyos bajo

La queda presencia sobrenatural
De nerviosos moradores de las colinas
En las suaves colinas de alrededor

Reptiles en abundancia
Fósiles, cavernas, cumbres de aire fresco
Cada casa repite un molde

Persianas echadas
Un coche bestial encerrado en contra de la mañana

Ahora todo duerme
Alfombras silenciosas, espejos vacíos
Polvo ciego bajo las camas de parejas legales

Envueltas en sábanas
Y sus hijas

Orgullosas con ojos de
Semen en sus pezones

¡Espera!

Aquí ha habido una masacre
No te detengas a hablar ni a mirar alrededor

Tus guantes y tu abanico están en el suelo
Nos marchamos de la ciudad

Huimos
Y tú eres la única que quiero que venga

No tocar la tierra
No ver el sol
Nada se puede hacer sino

Huir, huir, huir

Huyamos, huyamos
Una casa en la colina
La luna descansa tranquila
Las sombras de los árboles

Son testigos de la salvaje brisa
Vamos nena huye conmigo

Huyamos

Huye conmigo
Huye conmigo
Huye conmigo
Huyamos

La mansión es cálida, en lo alto de la colina
Ricas son las habitaciones y las comodidades allí

Rojos son los brazos de lujosos sillones
Y no sabrás nada hasta que no estés dentro

El cadáver del presidente muerto en el coche del chófer
El motor va con cola y alquitrán

Venga, no vamos muy lejos
Al Este para conocer al Zar
Huye conmigo

Huye conmigo
Huye conmigo
Huyamos

Algunos forajidos vivían junto a un lago
La hija del pastor está enamorada de la serpiente

Que vive en un pozo junto a la carretera
¡Despierta, niña! Estamos llegando a casa

Sol, sol, sol
Quema, quema, quema
Luna, luna, luna

Te atraparé
¡Pronto!
¡Pronto!
¡Pronto!

Soy el Rey Lagarto

puedo hacer lo que sea

Bajamos por
Ríos y autopistas
Bajamos por
Bosques y cascadas

Bajamos desde
Carson y Springfield

Bajamos desde
La Phoenix cautivadora
Y puedo decirte

Los nombres del Reino
Puedo decirte
Las cosas que sabes

Escuchando un puñado de silencio
Escalando valles en la sombra
Durante siete años viví

En el disoluto palacio del exilio
Jugando a extraños juegos
Con las chicas de la isla

Ahora he regresado
A la tierra del justo, el fuerte y el sabio
Hermanos y hermanas del pálido bosque

Oh, hijos de la noche
¿Quién de entre vosotros se unirá a la caza?

Ahora la Noche llega con su legión púrpura
Retiraos a vuestras tiendas y a vuestros sueños

Mañana entraremos en la ciudad donde nací.

Quiero estar preparado.



All comments from YouTube:

@candrew14

All the bootlegs, all the live releases, box sets etc... - this is the best version.

@starbird1111

Absolutely goddamn right

@marky2266

100%

@kevmichael2064

Yes I Agree...100 percent!!!!!

@javierzambelich9598

The best

@realmrmojorisinmorrisonjr7917

This is from detroit1970 I think

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@richdc8724

It's not a song, it's an experience...

@rolandomallquivelasquez6969

Leyend of the rock. In memorian to Ray Manzarek.

@io.l.6463

Totally

@estuardoe8

Fuck ya....one of their heaviest masterpieces...."The Soft Parade" live is another

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