My Doors Covers Album!

So around about 2003 I decided to record an album of┬ácovers from my favourite band, The Doors. I sold 1 copy online! But it was to a friend of Jim Morrison’s in Paris who collects rare bootleg versions and covers of Doors stuff. I was happy enough to retire on the back of that!

All songs use professional backing tracks which I purchased and all feature my voice as the main vocal. Some are decent, some are not!

Doors-Covers

Alabama Song
Back Door Man
Been Down So Long
Break on Through
Hello I Love You
LA Woman
Light My Fire
Love Her Madly
Love Me Two Times
People Are Strange
Riders on The Storm
Roadhouse Blues
The Crystal Ship
The Unknown Soldier
Touch Me
When The Music’s Over

Download full album (Zip)

William Blake Songs of Innocence

I like Blake’s poetry and got into him through the Doors who were also influenced by his “the Marriage of Heaven and Hell” which speaks “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite….”. I chose to add music to the “Introduction” to Blake’s “Songs of Innocence” poetry collection.

Here are the words, followed by my music (early effort!):

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”
So I piped with a merry chear.
“Piper, pipe that song again;”
So I piped: he wept to hear.

“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy chear:”
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

“Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.”
So he vanish’d from my sight,
And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs,
Every child may joy to hear.

Jim Morrison

“Curses And Invocations”

Weird, bait-headed mongrels,
I keep expecting one of you to rise.
Large, buxom, obese queens,
Garden hogs and cunt veterans,
Quaint, cabbage saints,
Shit hoarders and individualists,
Drag-strip officials,
Tight lipped losers
And lustful fuck salesmen.
My militant dandies,
All strange order of monsters
Hot on the trail of the wood vine,
We welcome you to our procession.