Doors - Feast Of Friends

jim morrison and the doors/remo giazotto/tomaso giovanni albinoni a feast of
friends/Albinono’s adagio in G minor
( C# * = C#/E/G/A# ) , ( Cm * = A/C/D# )

Gm
F
wow , i’m sick of doubt
D#
live in the light of certain south
D Cm
cruel bindings , the servants have the power
C# *
dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
D
Gm F
im sick of dour faces staring at me from the t . v . tower
D#
D
i want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Cm C# *
royal babies , rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
D Gm
these mutants , blood meal for the plant thats plowed

Gm D Cm * D Gm D#/Cm

F A#
they are waiting to take us into the severed garden
D#
do you know , how pale and wanton thrillful
G#
comes death in a strange hour unannounced , unplanned for
A# D#maj7/Dm
like a scaring over – friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
n/C
death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders , smooth as ravens’ claws

Dm Cm
no more money , no more fancy dress

this other kingdom seems by far the best
A#
until its other jaw reveals incest
G#
and loose obedience to a vegetable law
Gm
i will not go
D Gm
prefer a feast of friends to the giant family