Rock Is Dead Lyrics
| Song | Rock Is Dead |
| Artist | The Doors |
| Album | Box Set - Part 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hi you lady… alright babe… gonna love ya… | |
| When I was just a little boy, ‘bout the age of five | |
| I went to sleep, | |
| I heard my mama and papa talking - | |
| She said | |
| We got to stop that boy, he's gettin too far out, | |
| He's goin' wild, we gotta stop that child. | |
| And I lay there listening, feeling bad - | |
| You know, people, I was feeling bad. | |
| Mama didn't like the way I did my thing. | |
| The old lady, she didn't get with that thing. | |
| But my daddy was a sailor, get his head around, | |
| And he said | |
| Boy you got to do it son, get yourself intact, | |
| You gotta love love love love love my baby tonight. | |
| Let me tell you baby ‘bout the death of rock, | |
| I used to be a boy in my home block, | |
| Used to feel alone then I heard some news, | |
| Bunch o'cats got the rockin' news. | |
| You know I love my rock'n'roll people, | |
| You know we got some fun, | |
| We gonna rock tonight, yeah c'mon… | |
| Rock and roll is dead. | |
| Rock and roll is dead, | |
| Must be something else instead. | |
| You got to lay right down and | |
| Die, die, die, die yeah… | |
| It's all over baby | |
| That's it | |
| We gotta go | |
| We had some good times | |
| But it's gone | |
| It's all over. | |
| I got a few things on my chest, I got to get ‘em off… | |
| Now listen listen listen listen listen… | |
| Now I don't want to hear no talk about no revolution, | |
| And I swear to God I don't want to hear | |
| No talk about no constitution. | |
| And in my frame of mind I am in no mood for | |
| No talk about no… cremation. | |
| The only thing I'm interested in… | |
| I wanna have a good time. | |
| I don't wanna hear no talk about no riots, | |
| No demonstrations, no cacitritions, no impablermations. | |
| There's only one thing I want to see… | |
| That's some dancin' ! | |
| We're gonna have some fun ! | |
| We're gonna have a good time! | |
| Let's roll ! | |
| O boogie… all night long… yeah… | |
| Rocky little woman be my pal, | |
| Gonna be the fool, gotta deep-dap-doo, | |
| You gotta love, love, love ya baby little lotta-gita-do. | |
| Yeah c'mon… | |
| Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute | |
| Wait a minute ! | |
| Now listen here people ! | |
| I'm talkin' about the death of rock and roll, | |
| And who killed it. | |
| I'm talkin' about the blues. | |
| I'm talkin' about the news. | |
| Have you heard, have you heard, | |
| Have you heard the word ? | |
| Rock is dead. | |
| Rock is dead. | |
| Now I didn't want to be the one to lay it on ya sweetheart, | |
| But I used to be a little fellow traveller. | |
| I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama. | |
| Then I realised, | |
| Rock and roll is dying, baby. | |
| I wanna see some fun ! | |
| I wanna see some hanging out ! | |
| I wanna see my people | |
| Non-political | |
| Arithmetical | |
| Transcendental | |
| Irathamadental | |
| Coolambindang bupalookanimbo… ! | |
| Are you ready ? | |
| Are you ready ? | |
| Are you ready to sing the blues my baby ? | |
| Yeah, I like it real slow, | |
| I like it real bad, | |
| I like to get myself together | |
| I love to hear you get undressed - | |
| Naked woman, out of doors, | |
| I don't care how loud you snore. | |
| Sun goin' down, way out on the sea, | |
| Here she comes, little girl, gonna set me free. | |
| Alright c'mon, now… one more time… | |
| Yeah… | |
| Train a'ride - - - sixteen coaches long | |
| Train a'ride - - - sixteen coaches long | |
| Well I got my baby, | |
| Gonna get on the train and run, yeah… | |
| Well that big black train gonna get my baby, | |
| Big black train, | |
| Yeah the big black train gonna get my love, | |
| Gonna take her, gonna hug her, gonna… whoa !! | |
| Gonna love, love, love, love a dingo yeah… | |
| Big black train. | |
| Now when I got home, | |
| I heard my daddy say, | |
| You want a little piece ? | |
| Do you want a little peace ? | |
| Do you want a little soul ? | |
| Do you want a little soul ? | |
| I could not help myself, I could not help myself, | |
| I could not help ! | |
| Help ! Help ! | |
| I'm dyin' ! I'm dyin' ! I'm dyin' ! | |
| I'm die - die - digadigadoohdah whoa ! | |
| It's over ! | |
| It's over ! | |
| Have mercy ! | |
| Have mercy ! | |
| Have mercy on your poor son ! | |
| We had some good times. | |
| We had a few good times. | |
| But | |
| Those good little times - you know where they are ? | |
| They're absolutely, positively under the ground. | |
| And | |
| As long as I got breath, the death of rock | |
| Is the death of me, | |
| And rock is dead | |
| Well, we're dead… alright… yeah !… | |
| ROCK IS DEAD |
| Hi you lady alright babe gonna love ya | |
| When I was just a little boy, ' bout the age of five | |
| I went to sleep, | |
| I heard my mama and papa talking | |
| She said | |
| We got to stop that boy, he' s gettin too far out, | |
| He' s goin' wild, we gotta stop that child. | |
| And I lay there listening, feeling bad | |
| You know, people, I was feeling bad. | |
| Mama didn' t like the way I did my thing. | |
| The old lady, she didn' t get with that thing. | |
| But my daddy was a sailor, get his head around, | |
| And he said | |
| Boy you got to do it son, get yourself intact, | |
| You gotta love love love love love my baby tonight. | |
| Let me tell you baby ' bout the death of rock, | |
| I used to be a boy in my home block, | |
| Used to feel alone then I heard some news, | |
| Bunch o' cats got the rockin' news. | |
| You know I love my rock' n' roll people, | |
| You know we got some fun, | |
| We gonna rock tonight, yeah c' mon | |
| Rock and roll is dead. | |
| Rock and roll is dead, | |
| Must be something else instead. | |
| You got to lay right down and | |
| Die, die, die, die yeah | |
| It' s all over baby | |
| That' s it | |
| We gotta go | |
| We had some good times | |
| But it' s gone | |
| It' s all over. | |
| I got a few things on my chest, I got to get ' em off | |
| Now listen listen listen listen listen | |
| Now I don' t want to hear no talk about no revolution, | |
| And I swear to God I don' t want to hear | |
| No talk about no constitution. | |
| And in my frame of mind I am in no mood for | |
| No talk about no cremation. | |
| The only thing I' m interested in | |
| I wanna have a good time. | |
| I don' t wanna hear no talk about no riots, | |
| No demonstrations, no cacitritions, no impablermations. | |
| There' s only one thing I want to see | |
| That' s some dancin' nbsp! | |
| We' re gonna have some fun nbsp! | |
| We' re gonna have a good time! | |
| Let' s roll nbsp! | |
| O boogie all night long yeah | |
| Rocky little woman be my pal, | |
| Gonna be the fool, gotta deepdapdoo, | |
| You gotta love, love, love ya baby little lottagitado. | |
| Yeah c' mon | |
| Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute | |
| Wait a minute nbsp! | |
| Now listen here people nbsp! | |
| I' m talkin' about the death of rock and roll, | |
| And who killed it. | |
| I' m talkin' about the blues. | |
| I' m talkin' about the news. | |
| Have you heard, have you heard, | |
| Have you heard the word nbsp? | |
| Rock is dead. | |
| Rock is dead. | |
| Now I didn' t want to be the one to lay it on ya sweetheart, | |
| But I used to be a little fellow traveller. | |
| I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama. | |
| Then I realised, | |
| Rock and roll is dying, baby. | |
| I wanna see some fun nbsp! | |
| I wanna see some hanging out nbsp! | |
| I wanna see my people | |
| Nonpolitical | |
| Arithmetical | |
| Transcendental | |
| Irathamadental | |
| Coolambindang bupalookanimbo nbsp! | |
| Are you ready nbsp? | |
| Are you ready nbsp? | |
| Are you ready to sing the blues my baby nbsp? | |
| Yeah, I like it real slow, | |
| I like it real bad, | |
| I like to get myself together | |
| I love to hear you get undressed | |
| Naked woman, out of doors, | |
| I don' t care how loud you snore. | |
| Sun goin' down, way out on the sea, | |
| Here she comes, little girl, gonna set me free. | |
| Alright c' mon, now one more time | |
| Yeah | |
| Train a' ride sixteen coaches long | |
| Train a' ride sixteen coaches long | |
| Well I got my baby, | |
| Gonna get on the train and run, yeah | |
| Well that big black train gonna get my baby, | |
| Big black train, | |
| Yeah the big black train gonna get my love, | |
| Gonna take her, gonna hug her, gonna whoa nbsp!! | |
| Gonna love, love, love, love a dingo yeah | |
| Big black train. | |
| Now when I got home, | |
| I heard my daddy say, | |
| You want a little piece nbsp? | |
| Do you want a little peace nbsp? | |
| Do you want a little soul nbsp? | |
| Do you want a little soul nbsp? | |
| I could not help myself, I could not help myself, | |
| I could not help nbsp! | |
| Help nbsp! Help nbsp! | |
| I' m dyin' nbsp! I' m dyin' nbsp! I' m dyin' nbsp! | |
| I' m die die digadigadoohdah whoa nbsp! | |
| It' s over nbsp! | |
| It' s over nbsp! | |
| Have mercy nbsp! | |
| Have mercy nbsp! | |
| Have mercy on your poor son nbsp! | |
| We had some good times. | |
| We had a few good times. | |
| But | |
| Those good little times you know where they are nbsp? | |
| They' re absolutely, positively under the ground. | |
| And | |
| As long as I got breath, the death of rock | |
| Is the death of me, | |
| And rock is dead | |
| Well, we' re dead alright yeah nbsp! | |
| ROCK IS DEAD |
| Hi you lady alright babe gonna love ya | |
| When I was just a little boy, ' bout the age of five | |
| I went to sleep, | |
| I heard my mama and papa talking | |
| She said | |
| We got to stop that boy, he' s gettin too far out, | |
| He' s goin' wild, we gotta stop that child. | |
| And I lay there listening, feeling bad | |
| You know, people, I was feeling bad. | |
| Mama didn' t like the way I did my thing. | |
| The old lady, she didn' t get with that thing. | |
| But my daddy was a sailor, get his head around, | |
| And he said | |
| Boy you got to do it son, get yourself intact, | |
| You gotta love love love love love my baby tonight. | |
| Let me tell you baby ' bout the death of rock, | |
| I used to be a boy in my home block, | |
| Used to feel alone then I heard some news, | |
| Bunch o' cats got the rockin' news. | |
| You know I love my rock' n' roll people, | |
| You know we got some fun, | |
| We gonna rock tonight, yeah c' mon | |
| Rock and roll is dead. | |
| Rock and roll is dead, | |
| Must be something else instead. | |
| You got to lay right down and | |
| Die, die, die, die yeah | |
| It' s all over baby | |
| That' s it | |
| We gotta go | |
| We had some good times | |
| But it' s gone | |
| It' s all over. | |
| I got a few things on my chest, I got to get ' em off | |
| Now listen listen listen listen listen | |
| Now I don' t want to hear no talk about no revolution, | |
| And I swear to God I don' t want to hear | |
| No talk about no constitution. | |
| And in my frame of mind I am in no mood for | |
| No talk about no cremation. | |
| The only thing I' m interested in | |
| I wanna have a good time. | |
| I don' t wanna hear no talk about no riots, | |
| No demonstrations, no cacitritions, no impablermations. | |
| There' s only one thing I want to see | |
| That' s some dancin' nbsp! | |
| We' re gonna have some fun nbsp! | |
| We' re gonna have a good time! | |
| Let' s roll nbsp! | |
| O boogie all night long yeah | |
| Rocky little woman be my pal, | |
| Gonna be the fool, gotta deepdapdoo, | |
| You gotta love, love, love ya baby little lottagitado. | |
| Yeah c' mon | |
| Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute | |
| Wait a minute nbsp! | |
| Now listen here people nbsp! | |
| I' m talkin' about the death of rock and roll, | |
| And who killed it. | |
| I' m talkin' about the blues. | |
| I' m talkin' about the news. | |
| Have you heard, have you heard, | |
| Have you heard the word nbsp? | |
| Rock is dead. | |
| Rock is dead. | |
| Now I didn' t want to be the one to lay it on ya sweetheart, | |
| But I used to be a little fellow traveller. | |
| I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama. | |
| Then I realised, | |
| Rock and roll is dying, baby. | |
| I wanna see some fun nbsp! | |
| I wanna see some hanging out nbsp! | |
| I wanna see my people | |
| Nonpolitical | |
| Arithmetical | |
| Transcendental | |
| Irathamadental | |
| Coolambindang bupalookanimbo nbsp! | |
| Are you ready nbsp? | |
| Are you ready nbsp? | |
| Are you ready to sing the blues my baby nbsp? | |
| Yeah, I like it real slow, | |
| I like it real bad, | |
| I like to get myself together | |
| I love to hear you get undressed | |
| Naked woman, out of doors, | |
| I don' t care how loud you snore. | |
| Sun goin' down, way out on the sea, | |
| Here she comes, little girl, gonna set me free. | |
| Alright c' mon, now one more time | |
| Yeah | |
| Train a' ride sixteen coaches long | |
| Train a' ride sixteen coaches long | |
| Well I got my baby, | |
| Gonna get on the train and run, yeah | |
| Well that big black train gonna get my baby, | |
| Big black train, | |
| Yeah the big black train gonna get my love, | |
| Gonna take her, gonna hug her, gonna whoa nbsp!! | |
| Gonna love, love, love, love a dingo yeah | |
| Big black train. | |
| Now when I got home, | |
| I heard my daddy say, | |
| You want a little piece nbsp? | |
| Do you want a little peace nbsp? | |
| Do you want a little soul nbsp? | |
| Do you want a little soul nbsp? | |
| I could not help myself, I could not help myself, | |
| I could not help nbsp! | |
| Help nbsp! Help nbsp! | |
| I' m dyin' nbsp! I' m dyin' nbsp! I' m dyin' nbsp! | |
| I' m die die digadigadoohdah whoa nbsp! | |
| It' s over nbsp! | |
| It' s over nbsp! | |
| Have mercy nbsp! | |
| Have mercy nbsp! | |
| Have mercy on your poor son nbsp! | |
| We had some good times. | |
| We had a few good times. | |
| But | |
| Those good little times you know where they are nbsp? | |
| They' re absolutely, positively under the ground. | |
| And | |
| As long as I got breath, the death of rock | |
| Is the death of me, | |
| And rock is dead | |
| Well, we' re dead alright yeah nbsp! | |
| ROCK IS DEAD |
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