You know that it would be untrue
We're okay sound wise?
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
He said it!
He said it on national TV.
- I can't believe that! - Come on baby, light my fire
What's he doing? What's that?
Jesus! Get it off! You can see his thing!
You blew it, you little shit!
You'll never play Sullivan again!
Can you just move a step forward?
Come on. I know you love to look at yourself.
Great.
Let's try something different. Take your shirt off.
- You take it off. - Do you need help?
That's good.
The camera is whatever you want it to be.
A woman you want to seduce.
A man you want to kill.
It can be anything you want.
That's nice.
That's great!
Do you have any idea what these pictures can do?
One image controls millions of people.
- Where are the Doors? - Right here.
Will you forget the Doors?
You're the one they want.
You are the Doors. Come on.
That's it. Be ugly.
I love that.
Anything you want.
There are no restrictions here.
Look at yourself.
Fall in love with yourself.
You're your own audience now.
They want you.
Worship, love you.
Adore you.
Jim Morrison.
The god of rock...
and cock.
Not tonight, Edie. Thank you, not tonight.
This is the fun part of my job. This is history in the making.
Would you like to see my imitation of a shrimp?
Let me put it this way.
Andy is more than an artist. Andy Warhol is art.
Sometimes I think bright people in America must ask themselves...
''Does Andy imitate life, or does life imitate Andy?''
Jim, this is Tom Baker.
He's in one of Andy's movies, ''I, A Man.''
- And this is Count ''Ruspooli.'' - Ruspoli.
He's Italian, but he lives in Paris.
He's from a very famous family, 7 00 years old.
Hi,Jim. You are great.
I see you at Ondine's with Hendrix.
So cool.
- All right. - Don't you like the way he talks?
- It's so cool. - What's your trip?
My trip? I thought it was yours.
I caught your gig at The Scene. I thought it was pretty good.
I liked it a lot. It was hot.
I like your movies, man. You got a great penis.
We're gonna split. Why don't you come with us?
- We're going to get a bite to eat. - No, you can't leave.
Where's your will to be weird?
Look, that's Jim Morrison.
I like the Doors.
Let's get out of here. These people are wacky.
Come with me. Andy's waiting for you.
No, not now. Let's do this later.
Do you remember San Francisco?
- No, not really. - Have another joint.
Check it out.
This chick here sings with Andy's band, The Velvet Underground.
She says she can drink you under the table.
Hi, I'm Nico.
It's so boring tonight.
Some of us are going downtown to a new club.
You want to come?
Elevate your taste in trolls, man.
Vodka?
I'll race you.
Your death.
Come on, man. Let's go.
All right. We're gonna go to a club.
I think this girl wants to hang out with you.
Don't you want to meet Andy Warhol?
I could do without the guy. He's a freak.
Come on. We got a big gig tomorrow.
Wait. I thought we were going to be a rock and roll band.
All right. The four of us.
Come on. This isn't our scene.
These people are vampires.
Come on, let's make the myths. Remember?
Let's go.
Don't leave.
Come on, you guys. Not tonight.
I don't know what'll happen.
It might be death.
It's not death, man.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Jimmy, this way.
Andy's waiting. This way. I'll take you to him.
Hey, daddy.
Jimmy, please. Come on.
Andy's waiting. Come on.
Hey, man. How you doin'?
All right. How you doin', man?
Great.
Pretty good. Pretty neat.
There was this big show in Philadelphia.
Andy.
There were so many people there-
This is Jim Morrison of the world-famous Doors musical group.
- Andy Warhol, of course. - Hi. Wow.
We really like your music.
- How you doin', Andy? - Oh, great.
And there were so many people at the show...
the paintings were getting crushed...
and they had to take them all down.
Really, they were kind of...
great.
Just the walls. You see, Andy was the art.
You should do a show with just bare walls.
We'd really like to use you in one of our movies,Jim.
You're really such a beauty.
Andy says someday everybody will be famous for 1 5 days.
He'd really be great, wouldn't he?
I mean...
It's the singer, not the song, right?
It's the astronaut, not the voyage.
Somebody gave me this telephone.
- I think it was Edie, wasn't it? - Yeah, it was Edie.
And she said that...
I could talk to God with it...
but I don't have anything to say.
Here. This is for you.
Now you can talk to God.
Morrison.
Come here.
Darling, listen, I pay the bills...
so I can use any language that I want.
The guy wants to talk to the bum.
Check it out, brother.
What are your songs about, Mr. Morrison?
Love, death, travel, revolt.
We all write the songs.
I'm interested in...
chaos, disorder...
especially activities which seem to have no meaning, like this.
How do you feel about being called ''the ultimate Barbie doll''?
When you say something like that, it's a shortcut to thinking.
And do you think about the dreadful reviews...
your new poetry book has gotten?
I guess they didn't understand.
- Did you finance its publication? - Have you bothered to read the poetry?
You keep denying that nothing good can come out of L.A.
That's a rather provincial attitude.
- Do you believe in drugs? - I believe in excess.
Is alcohol considered part of the shaman's wisdom?
It's the American way.
Every year we spend more money on tobacco and alcohol...
than we do on education.
- On behalf of the British press- - What about the future of the Doors?
- That's just an excuse for free sex. - How do you spend your money?
I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses...
to attain the unknown.
Although I live in the subconscious...
our pale reason hides the infinite from us.
Are you, by any chance, in a trance now?
Do you hurt?
What?
What hurts you the most?
What do your parents think about what you're doing?
Actually, I don't remember being born.
It must have happened during one of my blackouts.
They must have expressed some feeling.
Well, to tell you the truth, they're not living anymore...
so I really don't like to talk about that.
Could you tell us how they died?
It was a...
horrible car crash...
in New Mexico...
in the '50s.
My father ran right into a truckload of Navahos.
They were...
all over the highway, bleeding.
Their souls, kind of stirring in the breeze...
just leapt into mine.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Krieger, do you really consider Mr. Morrison a shaman?
Don't worry about it. It happens to other guys too.
Wanna do some coke?
It'll loosen you up.
Sure. The new thing.
Wow.
How old is this?
That's 1 4th century.
- Witchcraft. - It's a religion, you know.
Witchcraft.
Witches are the protectors of the seasons...
the goddesses of the grain...
and when crossed...
destroyers.
You ever try drinking blood?
What?
It works, you know.
Drink it at the right time of the moon.
They used to dance in the forests naked.
I think that's what offended the Puritans...
and led to the burnings.
They were a sexual threat to their male order...
like the Bacchae.
Five days a year, for Dionysus...
they used to wander the hills of ancient Greece.
The first witches.
Clans of wild women...
looting...
fucking...
eating animals raw...
looking for Dionysus...
to tear him...
to pieces!
Where do you get the blood?
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
Symbol of potency.
- Now you. - I can't cut myself.
Don't be such a child. If I do it, you have to do it.
You do it.
Come on, rock god.
Fuck me. Fuck me good.
What do you want me to do? What can I do, baby?
- What's the matter? - Will you die for me?
What do you want me to do?
Maybe I should see a doctor or something.
What do you think? Someone from the Freudian philosophy?
It happens to other guys too.
You know, that's the irony.
Teenage death girls want my dick, not my words.
It's not so complicated.
It's just sex, you know.
Never wake up in a good mood again.
It's the hours and the pressure.
You do everything like it's your last performance.
We weren't built to last. You never know.
You're setting yourself up, you know. You're setting yourself up.
You're a poet, not a rock star.
You really know what I am?
- You know what poetry is? - You don't belong on Ed Sullivan.
Who am I?
Where's the feast they promised us?
Where's the new wine?
Dying on the vine.
See, I lied to you.
I love fame.
I do love fame.
- Why are you doing this to me? - 'Cause you're here.
And that's gonna help?
I don't have this problem with anybody else.
Suck it, honey. Come on.
- Fuck you. - Where you goin'? Huh?
Where do you think you're going?
Love my girl!
How many guys have you fucked?
And how many dogs have you fucked?
You're the only one who couldn't make it, you asshole!
You are the only limp dick in the lot!
Will you die for me?
- Answer me! - Will you die for me?
Sure.
I'd die for anybody.
Shut up in there! I'm trying to sleep in here!
- Will you die for me? - Yes!
I don't believe you!
- Say it! - Yes. Yes.
I'm just a clown.
Am I a clown?
I need a home...
a place to hide.
I'm sorry.
We're gonna fuck death away. Come on.
Let's fuck death away. Come on, baby. All right.
An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night.
We've got a serious problem here.
The fire marshal won't let this concert go on...
unless you clear the aisles and go back to your seats.
Unless you clear these aisles, there is no show.
The sound of the crowd.
I don't even like rock groups. They're sleazy.
- You like that, huh? - Like Nuremberg.
- Like that? - We're Germans.
- Beg. - I'm begging.
You wanna fuck me?
Don't ever fuckin' lie to me again.
- About what? - Why did you say your father was dead?
He is dead. Both of them. Totally.
If he's so dead, who answered the phone when I called?
What?
You didn't really think you were getting away with that, did you?
Your father's an admiral in the Navy...
who was at the Gulf ofTonkin when the Vietnam War broke out.
Wow.
Your dad's deputy chief of operations.
Just don't ever lie to me again.
What?
You shouldn't have done that.
Like it's so hard to trace your school records?
You went to University of Florida, Albuquerque, New Mexico...
Arlington, Virginia...
Washington, D.C.
You have a brother and a sister.
''Seven Miles Long,'' baby. It's all in ''The End.''
I'm sorry.
What did he do?
Did he love you?
How much?
Your mama?
Hatred's a very underestimated emotion.
Doesn't matter anymore, does it?
Do you hear them out there? Are you listening to them?
It's you they want now.
It's not the Doors.
It's not your mother or your father's child.
It's you.
They don't want me. They want my death.
Ripped to pieces.
Patricia,just hold me.
What you doin' there?
- Nothin'. - Okay, out.
No one's allowed backstage.
- Don't you know who this is? - It's cool. I'm with the band.
Let's go. Come on.
- Cool it, pig. - Fuckin' hippie!
Motherfucker!
They gotJim!
What's happening?
What the fuck is going on here?
I'm blind!
- He's under arrest. - Don't shut your eyes,Jim!
We gotta get you out.
Leave him alone.
- He doesn't need more shit in his life. - What do you know what he needs?
Fuck!
All right
Okay
All right
I am
Your back door man
''Light My Fire!''
Men don't know
Little girls understand
Fire! ''Light My Fire!''
Well, all your people
Tryin'to sleep
I'm out to make it
With my midnight dream
Back door man
Men don't know
Little girls
Understand
All right,yeah
Come on
Persian night, babe
See that light, babe
Save us
Jesus
Save us
I want to tell you about something that happened a few minutes ago...
right here in New Haven.
This is New Haven, isn't it? New Haven, Connecticut?
United States of America?
Is the West really the best...
or are you just stoned on weed?
Come on! Sing ''Light My Fire.''
I was with this girl backstage.
We wanted some privacy...
so we went into this shower stall.
We weren't doing anything. We were just talking.
All of the sudden this-
this little man came in...
with a little blue hat and a little blue suit.
He said, ''What you doin' in there?''
I said, ''Nothing.''
And he said...
''Well, you'd better get out of there or-''
''Or what?'' I said.
And he started pushin' me.
So I started pushin' back!
He didn't like that.
Then he reached behind and pulled out a can of Mace...
and sprayed it right in my eyes.
Fuckin' blinded me!
Why?
All because I was alone in a room with a girl...
doing what he'd like to be doing if he could only get it up without a gun.
All right!
In the United States of America, man!
Land of the free, home of the brave!
In God we trust!
Say your thing, man.
Mr. Morrison, you've gone too far.
The show's over.
You've violated state obscenity laws.
- You're under arrest! - There you go!
Out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Back! Keep 'em back!
Get your hands off me, you slaves.
This isn't happening to me, man. It's happening to you.
Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality.
That's all. I was curious.
I always preferred to be hated...
like Erich von Stroheim in the movies.
The man you love to hate.
It's meant to be ironic...
like courage wants to laugh.
Essentially, a stupid situation.
I go out on the stage and howl for people.
In me they see exactly what they wanna see.
Some say ''lizard king,'' whatever that means.
Or some black-clad leather demon...
whatever that means.
But really, I think of myself...
as a sensitive, intelligent human being...
but with the soul of a clown that always forces me to blow it...
at the most crucial moments.
I'm a fake hero.
Ajoke that God's played on me.
Good morning.
Pour me my breakfast, Dolores.
What's the matter with Jimbo? Can't handle it, eh?
He's pussy-whipped.
Hey,Jim, eat this, man. We got one last place to go.
Ray's getting married this morning. Remember?
''Alive, she cried.''
Can't eat that. It'll make me sick.
Give me a Dos Equis, will you, Dolores.
- And a Ramos fizz. - What happened to you last night?
You bet me $1 ,000 you were gonna walk on the ledge of the 9000 building.
Let's go right now.
Complaining about going home to your sanctuary.
We were gonna make a movie.
You bet me 1 ,000 bucks, man.
- Give him a double. - A triple.
Imagine me and Morrison in a movie together.
Two powerful, two Irish...
two-fisted fuckin' drinkin' guys in the same movie together.
I'll direct it.
If Dennis Hopper can do it, I can.
We'll all three direct it. A real road movie in black and white.
We'll call it Zero.
Get outta here!
Fuckin'jack-off!
Keep the drink.
It's only another 95,000...
but I could get the best clothes from India, from Morocco,Jim.
Clothes you couldn't get anywhere else.
Then we could get the richest people to come- Miles Davis...
Sonny and Cher, the Stones.
It could be the best boutique on La Cienega,Jim.
Why don't we have a car?
- We lost it. - Yeah, but...
where's the gravy train?
What's the matter with you? What are you on?
You said you wouldn't drink today.
No, Ma, I ain't drinkin'.
You promised you wouldn't drink anymore. You're not gonna drink, are you?
No, Ma, I ain't.
And you're gonna change those stinky leathers you've worn for three weeks.
I don't know about that.
What are you on?
It's just some low-grade acid. It's not heavy.
Oh,Jim!
Oh, God! I cooked!
- I cooked the duck! - It's okay.
People are coming, you know.
Ray and Dorothy think that we're flaky enough.
You said we'd wait until after, and now you're gonna peak before me.
No, it's cool. We'll trip, and then we'll eat our feast.
Yeah, sure. No!
You know, I think it's a good thing about Ray and Dorothy.
I do.
Women are such noble creatures.
They carry on your name with dignity after you die.
Are you saying you want to marry me,Jim Morrison?
I think women have a comic approach to life. How can they not?
They spend their lives with that big dick seeking entry.
Come on, Mom.
I want to look inside, like a spy.
I'm a spy
In the house oflove
That you're dreamin'of
I know the word
That you long to hear
I know your deepest
Secret fear
I know
Everything
I love it when you sing to me.
That's 'cause...
I'm the poet and you're my muse.
''Lions in the street, roaming.
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming.
A beast, caged in the heart of the city, rotting...
in the summer ground.
He fled the town...
left the chaos and disorder back there-''
Hey, everybody. Here's the nuptial couple.
What am I gonna do about all these papers?
- Get a drink. -Jim.
You really need somebody to organize all this stuff.
Your handwriting is just like a little kid.
Look at this. I wonder if William Blake was ever this disorganized.
- You're trying too hard. - I'm gonna be your editor now.
I'm gonna organize all this stuff and take out all the ''fuck'' words.
- Honey, you're trying too hard. - No, I'm not.
There's some great poetry here, some wonderful ideas.
Come on in!
- Hey,Jimbo! - Hey, man.
Hi, baby. How's it goin'?
- Yo, Ray. - Hey, Dog, how you doin'?
- Get some drinks over there. - What am I supposed to do?
Who am I supposed to be around all these people?
Darling Pamela.
I brought you something.
You're my girl, that's who.
I'm not your girl.
I know you fuck everything that touches you.
- Don't give me that shit. - Come on.
I love my girl! Listen, everybody!
Pam and I-
She's lookin' good.
And to celebrate-
- Hey, Patricia. - Hi,Jim.
Pam, have you met-
Do you know-
She wrote this great review of my poetry book.
- Let's go eat that turkey. - Pam, let's set those plates.
Are you Patricia Kennealy?
You must be Pamela.
You actually put your dick in this woman?
Well...
sometimes, yeah.
Well, I understand. I really do.
But don't ever expect thatJim's gonna love you or take care of you...
because you're one of a hundred.
- You don't know when to stop. - Look who's talking.
Jim can make up his own mind about who he loves and who he doesn't.
Don't kid yourself, sweetheart.
He's crazy, but not that crazy. He loves me.
Let's go check those sweet potatoes.
- There they go again. - Chuck!
Gonna be another one of those dinners? You're gonna have to stop this.
I'm glad you made it. Jim, Robbie, meet Chuck Vincent.
I just have one more thing to say to you,Jim Morrison.
You have ruined another Thanksgiving.
Bastard! You killed my duck!
You ruined my duck!
What did you do to her?
It's all right. We're working it out.
We'll work it out.
It's okay.
Fuck you!
You want to know what murder is?
You want a little death?
Well, come on.
You want a little death?
Then kill me. Go on, kill me. Come on.
Kill me. Go on!
Come on, give me some death!
You killed my duck.
And I'm still killing your fucking duck.
There! Murder! Death!
Duck! Dead!
Dead! Fucking dead!
There! The duck is dead!
- That's the incredible truth! - Stop this shit! Get sane!
Don't ever tell me what to do!
- Yeah, fuck off, Ray. - Fuck off, Ray.
This party's gettin' low-rent.
Let's split.
Looks like we're not gonna eat.
Shit.
Fuck it. Let's eat this thing.
What happened to us, Daddy, huh?
There was some beautiful poetry, you know.
Hold on, honey.
There was some beautiful poetry, Daddy.
Your mother's here with your brother.
I don't want to see 'em, okay?
- What do you want me to do with 'em? - You hear me?
They're waiting!
Ladies and gentlemen...
from Los Angeles, California...
the Doors.!
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do but run, run, run
Let's run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
Come on, baby, run with me
Come on, honey.
I been so lonely. I miss my girl.
I didn't realize you were entertaining.
I hope you are cool about this.
Don't forget your smack on the way out.
The mansion is warm
At the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms
Ofluxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing 'til you get inside here
Yeah? Looking for a place to hide, or to die?
Just doing my thing, like you said.
- What? - You're hurting me.
Are you in pain?
Let me introduce you to my friend pain.
Fuck you.
Oh, sanctuary. Looking for a place to hide?
- I'll give you a place to hide. - From you, you pig.
Forever.
Hey, honey, this is the best part of the trip.
Sanctuary.
Come on, baby. Come on, honey.
Almost home.
We're almost home, baby.
Help!
- It's blinding me. - Help! I'm blind!
That's better.
Ride 'em, cowboy!
- Look out. - What?
- There's a cop. Slow down. - Where?
Right there in front! Look!
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along Not goin'very far
To the East to meet the czar,yeah
By a right line, the running line, the crooked and the straight...
I summon you up.
By wood and stone, wind and fire, land and water, I bring you in.
We worship the ancient forces of nature.
The Great Mother, the Triple Goddess...
and the Horned One, god of the hunt.
Death does not part...
only lack of love.
The goddess holds the vow forever.
Run with me
Let's run
The outlaws live by the side of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with a snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road