I’ve always liked this tune with it’s rotating chords, sequenced strangely. It’s The 15th by Wire. The videos are a historical record, in reality, from the first release, the first(ish) performance and then recent performances…
http://youtube.com/watch?v=t1VLa5O6Fgk
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land
Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake…he’s old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door…and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother…I want to…WAAAAAA
C’mon baby,——— No “take a chance with us”
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Lyrics: Jim Morrison. Music: The Doors
No doubt hoards of guitar players were avidly checking James Williamson’s fingers in this clip, just to make sure they had it right!
For me, I’m just glad I’ve got to see it in case I die before May or something else happens. The guy is still great – so many fills, so many runs, and all backed up by the hard track running through. Williamson made so many variations and overdubs, they’re all right, somehow.
Because as he’s previously said, he (they) never knew when the song would start or what Iggy would do next. This means that when you’re used to winging it, it forces the creativity from you because you MUST keep it interesting. The real guts of the track is here, plus some of the key riffs.
He’s a genuinely modest guy to people he respects and is fiercely proud of his achievements, as is obvious from his past interviews and just watching these clips here.
This is an unreleased acoustic track of Iggy’s and James’. I wonder if they’ll do it in May?
Tears in Rain
Just Like Bladerunner? This morning's View.
Bladerunner, the movie, based on an old Philip K Dick science-fiction story, was made by Ridley Scott from North-East England, someone I’m distantly related to. Made in 1982, it presents a very grey, wet, bleak future, heavily referencing Scott’s (and my own!) upbringing of wide, breathtaking Northumbrian vistas, interspersed with the constant oppression of continuous rain in a dense urban landscape. It’s a metaphor for the continuous duality of freedom and slavery.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=LuBToeQeeEU
Back in 79-80, when Jeff and I made Crawling Chaos’ Sex Machine, I saw it as a neat tune, with our comically scientific words slapped on top. The words humorously refer to a future of gene control and designer-led bodies. Because humans are so sexually fixated, we postulated that this may become the be-all and end-all of most technology, with real work for the betterment of mankind taking second spot. And of course, the more sex, then the more sexually transmitted diseases (STD) there’ll be. It’s all in the words.
Amazingly, apart from the flying cars and an army of androids, the world is very much like Bladerunner. Floods (like the recent ones in the UK, and 2007, and 2005 etc), storms, heatwaves, blizzards, insect plagues, species extinction. The whole world has had them in increasingly bizarre locations and strengths.
And yet while disasters hit us, those in The West, certainly, are more concerned with celebrity gossip and inane personal acquisitions. The pursuit of the self.
The scientists trying to model vast climatic changes are ridiculed for doing so as their words are endlessly quoted out of context by the vested interests of the climate-change-sceptic lobby. All science indeed is held in contempt by the ignorant classes, except if it can be used for sex or death.
All of these things are done to ordinary people. They are not deformed or burned like some WW2 fighter pilot or Elephant Man.
They are just ordinary folk.
So what is it about ordinary people that makes so many want to be less-ordinary, sexually? They are not sex slaves, but are slaves to sex, so much so that peer kudos is their sole reason for existence.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=LuBToeQeeEU
For me, our song Sex Machine does not sound so odd now, despite the ignorant comments made towards it. And Bladerunner now seems so prophetic, it’s scary.
Rutger made up the line “Tears in Rain” on the spur of the moment. It was unscripted and has become one of the most famous lines in film.
I feel the same, because,
I’ve Seen Things You People Wouldn’t Believe…
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