James douglas morrison

Elektra sound studios & Jomo and the smoothies, 1971 + Poems extras (432 Hz)

Poetry from years 1968 & 1971 sessions

Tracks 01-45: 'Elektra session, 1969' Bootleg CD > EAC > WAV

Tracks 46-48:'The lost paris tapes' Bootleg CD > EAC > WAV

Track 49 & 50: 'Feast of friends documentary' VHS > CDR > EAC > WAV

Track 51 & 52: 'HWY - An american pastoral' VHS > WAV

Tracks 53 to 57: 'The same here cited & another explicit places and dates' Bootleg CD > EAC > WAV

Unnumbered tracks: 'The same here cited & another explicit places and dates' Bootleg CD > EAC > WAV

El resto de las pistas son solo "curiosidades" que he encontrado en Internet, ó que otras personas compartieron conmigo en su momento.

Algunas de estas personas no quieren popularidad, y sus nombres permanecerán en el mas absoluto anonimato.

The rest of the clues are just "curiosities" that I have found on the Internet, or that other people shared with me at the time.

Some of these people do not want popularity, and their names will remain completely anonymous.

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Sobre la caja fascinatión 127:

De lo que he podido reunir, "127 Fascination" era la etiqueta en una caja de metal que Pamela Courson dejó en un banco de San Francisco, después de la muerte de Jim que contenía los poemas en los que había estado trabajando en París.

La caja permaneció en ese banco hasta aproximadamente 1980 cuando, según Patricia Kennealy, una ex novia de Jim (que tenía la caja bajo su nombre) lo recordó después de que ella murió.

Se rumorea que a lo largo de los años, su contenido se dividió y parte de este se devolvió a Pamela Courson, mientras que el resto se vendió a coleccionistas.

La etiqueta "127 fascination" nunca ha sido realmente explicada. Puede que solo haya sido un título que Jim inventó para su caja de poesía, o una etiqueta que Pam puso en la caja en algún momento.

Nadie sabe realmente.

Estas páginas se han escaneado a 300 ppp en formato de escala de grises a partir de fotocopias de una copia original del "Paris Journal".

Si desea volver a crear su propia copia del libro, simplemente imprima la primera página a una cara como la cubierta en papel texturado o papel grueso.

(incluya una página similar en blanco para la contraportada),
y luego imprima las páginas restantes al revés como un libro tradicional en papel blanco normal.

Luego, lleve las páginas a su centro de copiado local y haga que las unan de la forma que desee.

O, igualmente, puede simplemente darle al centro de copiado el archivo PDF, decirles que le gustaría que se imprimiera de la manera mencionada anteriormente y que harán todo por usted.

De cualquier manera, tendrá su propia copia del "Diario de París" de Jim Morrison.

Espero que todos disfruten de esta compilación.

Es un poco diferente de las otras subidas de Doors que he realizado, pero soy un gran fanático del trabajo escrito de Jim y creo que esta es una buena recopilación de ese material.

Además, con el "Diario de París" incluido, puede leer junto con algunos de los poemas que aparecen en el disco de audio.

Si solo el estado de Morrison lanzará algo similar a esta compilación oficialmente.

- Porsche

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About the fascinator 127 box:

From what I have been able to gather, "127 Fascination" was the label on a metal box that Pamela Courson left at a bank in San Francisco, after Jim's death that contained the poems she had been working on in Paris.

The box remained in that bank until about 1980 when,
According to Patricia Kennealy, an ex-girlfriend of Jim (who had the box under his name) remembered him after she died.

It is rumored that over the years, its content was divided and some of it was returned to Pamela Coursonm,
while the rest were sold to collectors.

The label "127 fascination" has never really been explained. It may just have been a title Jim made up for his poetry box,
or a label that Pam put on the box at some point.

Nobody really knows.

These pages have been scanned at 300 dpi in grayscale format from photocopies of an original copy of the "Paris Journal".

If you want to re-create your own copy of the book, simply print the first page single-sided as the cover on textured paper or heavy paper.

(include a similar blank page for the back cover),
and then print the remaining pages upside down like a traditional book on plain white paper.

Then take the pages to your local copy center and have them stitch them together the way you want.

Or you can just give the copy center the PDF file,
tell them that you would like it to be printed in the manner mentioned above and that they will do everything for you.

Either way, you will have your own copy of Jim Morrison's "Paris Diary".

Hope everyone enjoys this compilation.

It is a bit different from the other Doors uploads I have done,
but I'm a huge fan of Jim's written work and I think this is a good compilation of that material.

Plus, with the "Paris Diary" included, you can read along with some of the poems that appear on the audio disc.

If only the Morrison estate will release something similar to this build officially.

- Porsche

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Aquí unas referencias sobre el CD ORIGINAL de Canada, con su info respectiva;
y debajo dejaré las notas actualizadas sobre "March 1969 poetry session".
e cómo se divulga esta copia en Internet desde hace unos 5 años aproximadamente.

Here are some references on the ORIGINAL CD of Canada, with its respective info;
and below I will leave the updated notes on "March 1969 poetry session",
and how this copy has been circulated on the Internet for about 5 years.

Jim Morrison – The Lost Paris Tapes

Sello: Not on label (Jim Morrison) ? – JOMO 3.5471.1
Format: CD, Unofficial Release
País: Canada
Date: 1994
Género: Rock, Non-Music
Stile: Spoken Word

Pistas
1 Poetry session & last jam session 51:15

Credits:

Art Direction, Design – John McKensy
Engineer [Tape One] – John Haeny
Engineer [Tape Two] – Francois Ferrand
Executive-Producer [Tape One And Tape Two] – Rodney Lorca
Liner Notes – Rodney Lorca
Mastered By [Digital] – Pierre Êhontê
Photography By – Alain Ronay, Jonathan Greene
Producer [Tape One] – Jim Morrison
Producer [Tape Two] – Jim Morrison, Michel Dubois (2)
Read By – Jim Morrison

Código de Barras y Otros Identificadores
Matrix / Runout: JOMO 3.5471-1

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March 1969 poetry session:

01 - Sound engineer (dialogue) (00:15)

02 - In that year (1st false start) (00:12)

03 - When radio dark night (1st false start) (00:36)

04 - Sound engineer (dialogue) (00:14)

05 - Orange county suite intro (¿testing piano sound) (00:15)

06 - In that year, we had an intense visitation of energy (00:09)

07 - Radio dark nite (00:37)

08 - A vast radiant beach (01:03)

09 - Moonshine nite (0:33)

10 - Frozen moment by a lake (00:22)

11 - Bird of prey (01:04)

12 - Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding (00:16)

13 - Underwaterfall (00:34)

14 - Tell them you came & saw & looked into my eyes (00:33)

15 - Why does my mind circle around you (00:54)

16 - Winter photography (00:25)

17 - Will warm names & faces come again (00:28)

18 - Whiskey, mystics & men (03:04)

19 - Orange county suite (06:08)

20 - All hail the american nite (00:17)

21 - And so i say to you (00:35)

22 - ¿Who are our friends (00:20)

23 - My only wish is to see far arden again (01:11)

24 - Texas radio & the big beat (Letter from shirley) (02:23)

25 - The american nite (01:31)

26 - ¿What was that (00:11)

27 - My name is the holy shay (00:32)

28 - Adolf hitler is still alive (00:27)

29 - You favor life (00:22)

30 - Can we resolve the past (01:55)

31 - Always a playground instructor (01:32)

32 - There's a belief (00:26)

33 - Indian, indian (00:18)

34 - James description (Vocal enactment) (00:16)

35 - Woman in the window (02:24)

36 - She's selling news (00:10)

37 - The book of days (00:13)

38 - A vision of america (00:27)

39 - Motel money murder madness (00:19)

40 - Earth air fire water (00:24)

41 - Angels & sailors (00:36)

42 - Now listen to this (Texas radio & the big beat 2) (00:46)

43 - Babylon fading (00:26)

44 - James and sound engineer (dialogue) (00:25)

45 - Thank you, oh lord (00:23)


Jomo & the smoothies tape:


46 - Warm up & tuning (4:30)

47 - Starting now! (1:14)

48 - Orange county suite (8:41)


Feast of friends documentary:


49 - Earth, air, fire, water (FOF) (Called "Science of nite" too) (0:50)

50 - A vision of america (FOF) (1:05)


HWY - An american pastoral:


51 - Dawn's highway (3:57)

52 - Phone booth (2:29)


Another sources:


53 - Tijuana improvised poem (0:28) - Unknown place, Tijuana, Mexico, 1970.

54 - Palace of exile (0:35) - Live aquarius theatre, 1970.

55 - Ode to a grasshopper (Original) (00:49) - Live hollywood bowl 1968.

56 - Horse latitudes (00:52) - Live Hollywood Bowl, 1968.

57 - Wake up! (00:41) - Live Hollywood Bowl, 1968.


Alternative poems folder:


Earth, air, fire, water (FOF) (00:50) - Belongs to FOF documentary.

Horse latitudes (Another version) (00:42) - Live Hollywood Bowl, 1968.

Keeper of the royal sperm (00:07) - Live at singer bowl, 1968.

Neptune, the mystic (FOF end titles theme) (06:47) - Added by me, really is a song; The finale theme, belongs to FOF documentary.

Ode to a grasshopper (Original) (00:49) - Live at hollywood bowl, 1968.

Ode to fredrich niesztche (FOF) (02:20) - Belongs to FOF documentary.

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The elektra tapes transcription
By James Douglas Morrison.
February 9, 1969.
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In that year, we had an intense visitation of energy.
Far Arden
Signals (calling them home)
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When radio dark night existed
& assumed control, & we rocked in its web
Consumed by static, & stroked w/fear

We were drawn down long from
deep sleep & awaken’d
at dayfall by worried guardeners
& made to be led thru dew wet
jungle to the swift summit, o’er looking
the sea. . . . . .
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A vast radiant beach
& a cool jeweled moon.

Couples, naked race down
by its quiet side
& we laugh,
like soft mad children
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.

The music & voices
are all around us.

Choose, they croon
The ancient ones
the time has come again
Choose now, they croon
beneath the moon
beside an ancient lake.

Enter again the sweet forest
enter the hot dream, come w/us
everything is broken up
& dances.

Jim: And at this point we hear . . . uh, ah, West Virginia
mountain music, you know, uh . . . violins.

* * *

Moonshine night
Mt. Village
Insane in the woods
in the deep tres

Under the moon
Beneath the stars
they reel & dance

The young folk
led to the lake
by a king & queen

O, I want to be there
i want us to be there

Beside the lake
beneath the moon
cool & swollen
dripping its hot liquor
sssssssss
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Frozen moment by a lake
a knife has been stolen
the death of the snake

I know the impossible sea
when the dogs bark

I am a death bird
naughty night bird

* * *

BIRD OF PREY

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
in the summer sky

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
flying high
gently pass on by

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Am I going to die?

Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
take me on your flight

Indians scattered on dawn’s hiway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile egg-shell mind.

* * *

UNDER WATERFALL

Under waterfall,
Under waterfall

The girls return from summer balls
Let’s steal the eye that sees us all
Tell them you came, & saw
& looked into my eyes
And saw the shadow of the guard
Receding

Thoughts in time & out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side
of the road
& leveled his thumb
in the calm calculus of reason

Jim: And then a car passes.

Why does my mind circle around you

Why do planets wonder what it
would be like to be you

All your soft wild promises were words
birds, endlessly in flight.
Your dog is still lost in the frozen woods
or he would run to you
How can he run to you
Lunging w/blooded sickness on the snow

He’s still sniffing gates & searching
strangers for your smell
which he remembers very well

Is there a moon in your window
Is madness laughing

Can you still run down beach
rocks bed below w/out him?

* * *

WINTER PHOTOGRAPHY

Winter Photography
our love’s in jeopardy

Winter Photography
our love’s in jeopardy

Sit up all night,
talking, smoking
Count the dead
& wait for morning

Will warm names and faces
come again?

Does the silver forest end?

* * *

WHISKEY & MYSTICS & MEN

Well, I’ll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men
da da da
And about the believers and how the whole thing began
da da da
First there were women and children obeying the moon
da da da
Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too
soon
da da da
You can try to remind me instead of the other, you can
da da da
You can help to insure that we all insecure our command
da da da
If you don’t give a listen, I won’t try to tell your new hand
da da da
This is it can’t you see that we all have our ends in the band
da da da
da da da
da da da
And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were
arraigned
da da da
We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands
da da da
And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret
da da da
Well we’d have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorse
da da da

So I tell you
i tell you
i tell you
we must send away
hmm mmm

We must try to find a new answer instead of a way
da da daaaa

* * *

ORANGE COUNTY SUITE

Well I used to know someone fair
She had orange ribbons in her hair
She was such a trip
She was hardly there
But I loved her
Just the same.

There was rain in our window
the FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah,
We learned to speak
And one year
has gone by
Such a long long road to seek it
All we did was break and freak it
We had all
That lovers ever had
We just blew it
And I’m not sad
Well I’m mad
And I’m bad
And two years
have gone by
Now her world was bright orange
And the fire glowed
And her friend had a baby
And she lived with us
Yeah, we broke through the window
Yeah, we knocked on the door
Her phone would not answer,
Yeah, but she’s still home
Now her father has passed over
& her sister is a star
& her mother smokes diamonds
& she sleeps out in the car

Yeah, but she remembers chicago
the musicians and guitars
& grass by the lake
& people who laugh’d
And made her poor heart ache

Now we live down in the valley
we work out on the farm
we climb up to the mountains
& everything’s fine

& I’m still here
& you’re still there
& we’re still around

* * *

SOLDIER’S WIFE’S LETTER

- And so i say to you
The silk handkerchief was
embroidered in China or Japan
behind the steel curtain And
no one can cross the borderline
w/out proper credentials.

This is to say that we are all
sensate & occasionally sad
& if every partner in crime
were to incorporate promises
in his program the dance
might end & all our friends
would follow.

Who are our friends?
Are they sullen & slow?
Do they have great desire?
Or are they one of the multitude who
walk doubting their impossible
regret.

Certainly things happen
& reoccur in continuous promise;
All of us have found a safe
niche where we can store up
riches & talk to our fellows
on the same premise of disaster.

But this will not do.

No, this
will never do.

There are
continents & shores which
beseech our understanding.
Seldom have we been so slow,
Seldom have we been so far.

My only wish is to see,
far arden again.

The truth is on his chest
The cellular excitement has
totally inspired our magic
Veteran.

And now for an
old trip.

I’m tired of thinking.
I want the old forms to
reassert their sexual cool.

My mind is just - you know.

And this morning before I sign
off I would like to tell you
about texas radio & the big Beat.

It moves into the perimeter of
your sacred sincere & dedicated
Smile like a calm veteran
of the psychic war.

He was
no general for he was not old.

He was no private for he
could not be told.

He was only a man & his
dedication extended to the last
degree.

Poor pretentious soldier,
come home.

The dark L.A.
evening is steaming the Church
that we attended & I miss
my boy.

Stupid in green
What the color green?

When i watch the T.V. & i see
helicopters swirling their
brutal & bountiful sensation
over the fields & the comic walls

I can only smile & fix a meal
& think about the child who
will one day own you.

In conclusion, darling,
Let me repeat:

your home is still
here, inviolate & certain
and I open the wide smile of
my remembrance.

This to you
on the anniversary of our first
night.
I know you love me
to talk this way.
I hope
no one sees this message
written in the calm lonely
far out languid summer afternoon.

W/my total love
Shirley

* * *


- The american night

AN AMERICAN PRAYER

- Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom?
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

* * *

What was that?
I don’t know
Sounds like guns. . . .
Thunder

- My name is the holy shay
I come to town this day
to tell my story to the Judge

Judge, Judge, Judge, Judge
the man is not wanted here.

Come to our house, say the Manderino
and tell us why it is you stray so near
And why you run away fast
& come back slow

In the middle of the sun
in the middle of the day
when even an idiot goes indoors

* * *

- Adolph hitler is still alive
(boo hiss)
i slept w/her last night
(yea)

Come out from behind that
false mustache adolph
I know you’re in there.

(laughter)

- You favor life
He sides with death
i straddle the fence
and my balls hurt

* * *

Hey, man, you wants girls
pills, grass, come-on
I show you good time

This place has everything
Come-on, I show you

- Can we resolve the past
lurking jaws joints of time
the base
to come of age in a dry place
holes and caves

The music was new
black polished chrome
& came over the summer
like liquid night
The D.J.’s took pills to stay awake
& play for 7 days

The General’s son had a sister.
They went down to see him.

They went to the studio
& someone knew him.
Someone knew the TV showman

He came to our homeroom party
& played records
& when he left,
in the hot noon sun,
& walked to his car,
we saw the Chooks
had written F-U-C-K
on his windshield.

He wiped it off w/a white rag
&, smiling cooly, drove away.

“He’s rich. Got a big car.”

My friend drove an hour each day
from the Mts.
The bus gives you a hard-on
w/books in your lap.

We shot the bird
at the black M.P.
My gang will get you

Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust, the shoes

Opened shirts & raised collars
bright sculptured hair
spades dance best, from the hip.

Someone shot the bird
on the afternoon dance show

They gave out free records
to the best couple.

* * *

- Always a playground instructor
never a killer,
always a bridesmaid
on the verge of fame,
or over,
he maneuvered 2 girls
into his hotel room.

One, a friend,
the other, the young one
a newer stranger,
vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican.

Poorboys thighs & buttocks,
scarred by a father’s belt,
she’s trying to rise.

Story of her boyfriend
& teenage stone
death games.
Handsome cat,
dead in a car
Come here
I love you.

Peace on earth

Will you die for me?
Eat me
this way
the end

I’m surprised you could get it up

He whips her lightly,
sardonically w/belt.

“Haven’t I been through enough”
she asks
The dark girl begins to bleed
It’s Catholic heaven.

I have an ancient Indian crucifix
around my neck.

My chest is hard & brown.

Lying on stained & wretched sheets
w/a bleeding Virgin
We could plan a murder,
Or start a religión

* * *

(Street Speaker)

There’s a strange belief by the
children of man which states
all will be well.

- Search on man, calm savior
veteran of wars incalculable greed.

God-speed & forgive you
morning star, fragrant
meadowperson girl.

“Indian Indian
what did you die for?
Indian says nothing at all.”

Jim: Then we hear all these horns honking in the rhythm -
da da dat dat dat - da da dat dat dat - and sirens. . . .
distant. . . . approaching.

* * *

WOMAN IN THE WINDOW

I am the woman in the window
See the children playing
soldier sailor young man on your way
to the summer swimming pool

Can you see me standing
in my window can you hear me
laughing
Mmm – mmm

Come upstairs sir, to your room
& I will play for you

Oh, dreamland
golden sceneland
Try to sleepland
take us to dreamland

I am unhappy
far from my woman

Take me to dreamland
land of the Banyan

Land of plentiful
Pleasures of pines and
Potatoes on tables
laden with good things.

Eat at my table
she cried to the vineyards
Calling the workers
home from the meadows

Man you are evil
get away from my garden

Ours is a good place
home of the reindeer

Sell me your pony
your fast golden pony

I need his strength
& his terrible footsteps
Riding the prairie
just me and my angel
Just try & stop us
we’re going to love.

Open your window
woman of palestine
throw down your raiment
& cover us over.

* * *

- She’s selling news in the market
time in the hall
the girls of the factory
rolling cigars

- They haven’t invented music yet
so I read to them
from the book of days
a horror story from the Gothic Age
a gruesome romance
from the LA
plague

- I have a vision of American
Seen from the air
28,000 ft & going fast
A one-armed man in a Texas
parking labyrinth

A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird
in an empty lot in Fresno
miles and miles of hotel corridors
& elevators filled w/citizens

- Motel Money Murder Madness
Change the mood from glad to sadness
play the ghost song baby.

Jim: Then we hear the ghost song.

* * *
(Science of Night)

- Earth Air Fire Water
Mother father sons & daughters
Airplane in the starry night
First fright
forest follow free
I love thee
watch how i love thee.

* * *

Discovery

- Angels & sailors (rich girls)
Backyard fences, tents
dreams watching each other
narrowly

Soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages
out to get
liquor & clothes
Half gallons of wine
& six packs of beer

Tender corral. Jumped
Humped. Born to suffer
Made to undress in
the wilderness

* * *

“Now listen to this:

I’ll tell you about
texas radio & the big beat
Soft driven slow & mad
like some new language

Reaching your head
w/the cold sudden fury
of a divine Messenger

Let me tell you about
heartache & the loss
of god

Wandering, wandering
in hopeless night

The negroes in the forest
brightly feathered

let me show you the maiden
w/wrought-iron soul

Out here in the perimeter
there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate”

* * *
Jim: Then we hear a whistle like a bosun’s pipe and the
carnival immediately begins . . . gradually mixing rain,
thunder, bullfight, football, playground, war, penny arcade.
Babylon, fading.

One more thing.

Thank you, O Lord
for the white blind light

A city rises from the sea

I had a splitting headache
from which the future’s made.

* * *

Notes about the elektra tapes:

This is a transcript of the poetry and songs Jim Morrison read and sang at Elektra Studios in L.A., March 1969.

The line scan, spelling, and spacing are for the most part derived from one of his journals, as the typed pages he read from have been lost.

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This is the transcript of Jim morrison’s last recording jam session in paris.


Yeah!
Nod your head if you ... you know ... Alright. Alright, now I ... I get 25% of everything that happens, right?
Fantastic ... got your action covered, Jim.
'Cos I brought 'em in here - alright?
Fantastic.
Now these cats are outta sight ... right?
(Guitar tuning)
Sort of fun, sort of ... fucked ...
Do we have more than one minute?
Oh yeah, we have as long as we want, man. Alright, what do you guys wanna sing?
I wanna sing uh ... You guys think of a song, man, that was like a ... I wanna ....
Uh, let him start, you know, he's a ...
I wanna play "Come On Baby, I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar", d'you know that?
No wait, let's ... I'll put the ... I'll put the mike in here, we can ... we can all sing. We can all sing.
D'you know ... d'you know ... d'you know "Come On Baby, I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar?"
Hey ... if you're ever ... anything you wanna get in here ... get it ... way in here ... No, I don't ...
(Laughter)
D'you know "I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar"?
No, I don't know that song, I'm sorry.
(Guitar Tuning)

... get some tuning. What the hell's he's doing? The universe is in tune. It's probably an ordered universe.
Oh, he's a poet, y'know. Poet. He don't know it. He's a Longfeller!
(Singing) It's probably an ordered universe - seen 93 billion million miles from here to walk Taurus ... d'you know that one?
You guys gotta get in tune, then I can get in tune with you.
I can't tune this one, so maybe it'd be better if you worked on that one.
Yeah, he doesn't ... he's not an instrumentalist, really.
I'm more of a ... a suburban ... in ... industrialist.
Give him ... no, give him your tune.
You think we're doing the right thing?
He ... no, he's ... he's got one, one of those chords on him ... Beautiful cigar, man. I see why Fidel is just always...
Yeah, you have to bite the ends off!
... outta sight ... uh ... you don't have to bite the end off that!
You gonna be a suburban ... sub ... suburban industrialist, you have to! (Laughter) I think they're pressing us ... Hello Mother!
Uh no, they're tolerating us until we get our asses in gear, right?
They've got nothing better to do, have they? ... You think so? Should I act straighter?
No, give 'em a little ... give 'em a little ...
Give 'em a little soul?
Let 'em know you're where they're at.
Artistry.
No, no, just a little ... assholetry ... (singing) Weeellll I used to know her ... but she was ten feet tall ...
... and she had blue eyes ...
I don't, get ... hey, let's get in tune, come on.
I dunno.
Hey, forget it, it doesn't matter - he's ... he'll never get in tune, man, he's not a musician ... I'm a singer ... He's ...
Hey, I think he's got one extra string on it. He must be a poet.
Hey, c'mon, give me it ... well, we'll get it half-way there anyway.
I'm tryin' harder ... wait, I'll try real hard this time ... How's that?
That's beautiful, man - you are really outta sight, you, you know ... I would, I would suspect ...
They're looking bored in there.
Uh, yeah ... it's ... uh ... an'I, I don't ... I don't blame 'em.
O.K.? Alright?
Hey listen, I ... um, hey, would you give us a ... an audition? You know, just pretend like we're just some nutty group, came in, and somehow ... they carted me into an audition ... (scratching noise) ... uh ... would you nod yes if you ...?
One of those guys passed out.
Uh I think ... that's ...
When he nodded his head, man, he fell backwards.
(Laughter)
No...
He said yes, O.K.
O.K.
Starting now!
A-one, a-two, a-three ...
(Guitar picking)
I like it ... not bad ... Hey you, you cats really go good together, you really do ...
Who's he?
Hey, remember this goes on for about a half an hour, so you better just ...
Forty-five minutes.
(Laughter)

O.K., now you name the song and we'll play it. Anything ... anything ... how about uh ... "Mr Five Feet Five"? D'you know that one?
I was ... I was hoping you'd ask that (laughs) (scratching noise) ... want a puff? ... "Little Miss Five Feet Five" ... Oh, no, wait a minute, wait, what d'you want to play?
Anything, anything at all, just play.
How about "Three Little Fishes, They Swam To The Sea"?
No, no, I ... let's ... no ... do, no, do a real song, man ... How 'bout this one? ... Ready? Now listen, I got a favourite ... I wrote this myself ... Ssssh ... c'mon ... (singing) Well I used to know someone fair ... uh ... (clap) ... she had orange ribbons in her hair. She was such a trip, she was hardly there, but I (handclapping) love her, just the same. (guitar solo including "Ghost Riders In The Sky") Well, I got t'know someone fair ... she had ... orange ... ribbons in her hair! She was something fair ... T.V. maniac - he wouldn't care ... I would care ... I'd care ... Such a hard road long to seek it ... such a one good thing to freak it ... such a one now would not care ... wish I was the one that's there ... yeah, come on ... y'gotta - wo! ... yeah! ... Kill 'em!!! ... (spoken) Uh - uh ... I didn't mean 'kill 'em', I just meant ... You gettin' that there?! ... (singing) Yeah ... Oh she used to have some fair so hair, just as if there was no-one out there ... disappears ... Yes, her friend had a baby, she could not resist ... yes, there was no-one who could ... break through a window, yeah, knocked on her door ... friend wouldn't answer, but ... she's still home ... well, her father has passed over, and her sister is a star, and her mother smokes diamonds, and sleeps out in the car ... Yeah, but she remembers Chicago, the musicians and guitars, grass by the lake, and people who laugh'd, make her poor heart ache ... Now we live out on the valley, we work down on the farm, we climb up to the mountains, and ... (sound of maracas) ... everything's fine ... you're still mine ... I'm still yours ... you're still mine ... da-da-da, da-da-da ...
Hey, you wanna hear that? (music stops)
Yeah.
Just for the hell of it, you know.
He's kind of ridiculous.
Really ridiculous, man, I think it's ridiculous.
He didn't tape that.
Mm-mm.
Sure they did.
Oh, they couldn't have taped that, man.
We ordered 'em to Fuck.

I'd like to hear it ... just to hear how fucked we were ...
(Tape ends.)

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Many thanks to Paul Carter for the transcript..

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Actualizado a día: Domingo, 11 de julio/2021. Updated to day: Sunday, July 11/2021.

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