The Soft Parade The Doors
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[Am]Can you give me sanctuary?
I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide. [Dm7] [E13] [Am]
Can you find me soft asylum?
I can't make it anymore; the man is at the door. [Dm7] [E13] [Am]
Gm7, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Abm7...x 2
Gm7, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb9, Abmaj7, Ab.
[Gm7] [Abm7] [Am7] [Bbm7] [Am7] [Abm7] [Gm] [Abm7] [Am7] [Bbm7] [Am7(b5]
Pep - per - mint mi - ni - skirts, cho - co - late can - dy,
Ab7, Gm, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb7, Abmaj7.
[Gm7]cham - [Abm7]pi [Am7] - [Bbm7] on [Am7] sax[Abm7] [Gm] an[Abm7]d a [Bbm7] [Am7(b5] girl named San - dy;
Ab7, Gm, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb7, Abmaj7.
Bbm7, Eb7, Ab, Abmaj7, Gb, Eb.
[Abm7]Theres[Gm] on [Abm7]- ly[Am7] [Bbm7] [Am7]four [Abm7]ways [Gm] to[Abm7] get [Am7]un - rav - eled;
[Gm]one[Abm7] is [Am7] [Bbm7] to[Am7] [Amb7] sle[Gm]ep an[Abm7]d the[Am7] [Bbm7] oth [Eb7] - [Abmaj7]er is trav - el,
[Gm]one[Abm7] is [Am7] [Bbm7] a [Am7] [Abm7] band[Gm] [Abm7] [Bbm7] i[Am7]t [Abm7] up in the hills,
[Gm]one[Abm7] is [Am7] [Bbm7] to[Abm7] [Gm7]love [Abm7] y[Am7]our [Bb7] nei[C]gh - bor till his wife gets home.
C, Cmaj7, Dm, C, Em, Dm, C, Em, Dm, C, Cmaj7, Dm.
[C]Catacom[Dm]bs, nursery [C]bones, win[Dm]-ter wo[C]man[Em], [Dm]
gr[C]owing stones,[Dm] ca[C]rrying babies to[Dm] the river; [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm]
Streets[C] and shoes, av[Dm]enues, [C]leathe[Dm]r ri[C]ders sellin[Dm]g news. [C] [Dm]
C, Dm...x 4
The mon[C]k bought [D]lunch.
Em, Bm...x 2
Succ[Em]essfull hil[Bm]ls are here [Em]to stay. [E7] [A]
Everything must be this way.[Em]
Gentle street where people play, [A]
welcome to the soft parade. [Em] [E7] [A]
All our lives we sweat and[Em] save, [B7]
building for a shallow grave, [Em] [E7] [A]
"Must be something else" we say, [Em] [B7]
"somehow to defend this place." [Em] [E7] [A]
Everything must be this way.[Em] [B7]
Everything must be this way.[Em]
Th[Em]e soft parade has now begun; [E7] [A]
listen to the engines hum.[Em]
People out to have some fun, [E7] [A]
cobra on my left, leopar[B7]d on my right. [Em]
Deer woman in a silk dress,
[A]girls with beads around their nec[Em]ks,
kiss the hunter of the green vest who has wrestled before [E7] [A] [Bb] [B]
with lions in the night. [Em]
RIFF
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O[E]ut of sight! The lights are getting brighter.
The radio is moaning,
callin' to the dogs there are still a few animals left out in the yard,
but it's not getting harder to describe sailors to the underfed.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
What got us this far, to this mild equador?
We need someone or something new,
something' else to get us through.
But its getting harder, callin' on the dogs.
Shoot at a few animals left out in the yard but its gettin' much harder.
You'd better come along. Just you and I.
Better bring your gun.
You'd better bring your gun.
(spoken)
When all else fails, we can whip the horses' eyes
and make them sleep and cry.
2nd voice over last part
Callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs.
You gotta meet me at the crossroads.
Gotta meet me at the edge of town,
outskirts of the city.
We were so alone.
Better bring your gun.
3rd voice over last part
Too late, baby! Too late.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
NOTA:AUN LO SIGO SACANDO
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