Break On Through
Steve Fisk
Steve Fisk — Break On Through (The Doors cover)
Day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Try to run, try to hide
Break on through to the other side
The Doors keyboardist Ray Manzarek died today, and the world will forever be without his hunkered posture over the keys. The thing is, I strongly dislike The Doors and think Jim Morrison is highly overrated — but I very much like Manzarek. There are a few songs he worked on outside of The Doors that I could have selected, but instead I present this mutated cover of one of The Doors’ biggest hit by Seattle production legend, Ellensburg WA studio Velvetone owner, master tape manipulator, and guiding force behind The Screaming Trees (Van Conner played bass on this track; vocals unattributed but possibly Mark Lanegan), Steve Fisk.
Chicago — If She Would Have Been Faithful
I was thinking about her
Visiting the past
Reconstructing details with old photographs
Studying the faces
With an objective point of view
Suddenly remembering doesn’t haunt me
At the time you couldn’t tell me
That one day I’d be glad
That something that I thought was love was misinterpreted
She had another lover - she emphatically denied
But they were doin’ me a favor
A blessing in disguise
If she would have been faithful
If she could have been true
Then I would’ve been cheated
I would never know real love
I would’ve missed out on you
Terence Trent D’Arby — Sign Your Name
the artist presently known as Sananda Francesco Maitreya
All alone with you
Makes the butterflies in me arise
Slowly we make love
And the earth rotates
To our dictates
Slowly we make love
Alison Moyet — The Coventry Carol
from the first A Very Special Christmas album, benefiting Special Olympics
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay
Herod the King, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young, to slay
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee
And ever mourn and say
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay