two tales, one story

Wintertime winds blow cold the season, fallen in love, I’m hopin’ to be
Wind is so cold, is that the reason?
Keeping you warm, your hands touching me
Come with me dance, my dear, Winter’s so cold this year
You are so warm, my wintertime love to be
Winter time winds blue and freezin’ comin’ from northern storms in the sea
Love has been lost, is that the reason? Trying desperately to be free
Come with me dance, my dear, Winter’s so cold this year
And you are so warm, my wintertime love to be
Come with me dance, my dear, Winter’s so cold this year
You are so warm, my wintertime love to be

J’avoue j’en ai bavé pas vous mon amour
Avant d’avoir eu vent de vous mon amour
Ne vous déplaise en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions le temps d’une chanson
À votre avis qu’avons-nous vu de l’amour ?
De vous à moi vous m’avez eu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions le temps d’une chanson
Hélas avril en vain me voue à l’amour
J’avais envie de voir en vous cet amour
Ne vous déplaise en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions le temps d’une chanson
La vie ne vaut d’être vécue sans amour
Mais c’est vous qui l’avez voulu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions le temps d’une chanson.

[it was the last time]

‘You are so warm/ My wintertime love to be’

A very recent purchase made me seriously reconsider the status that The Soft Parade held as my favourite The Doors’ album. The reason is quite simple and it’s called Waiting For The Sun. Yes, we all know that this is quite a controversial issue – even the river knows that, apparently -, but having the most part of The Doors’ records in vinyl often gets me thinking about line-ups, A-sides and B-sides, lyrics content and other several points that a logical mind likes to analyse before deciding who is “the” number one.

A new edition of Waiting For The Sun, remastered and in 180gram vinyl found its place in my shelf last Sunday, and although I already knew quite well the album, the amazing way it flew from song to song and into my ears came as more than a mere coincidence – as if it spoke to each moment with an easiness strangely built between simple, plain Nature and the melancholy of big cities when left alone, drowning in their own lights and sounds, and both fading as fast as human life (and yes, the album is short, its running time is of approximately half an hour).

Although Waiting For The Sun is a natural consequence of People Are Strange, it seems to exist some sort of “gap” between the new-bought album and The Soft Parade, as if there were something missing, some album that should make a softer transition from one point to another due to their infinite differences in almost any level.

So the final veredict is a tie; I do not give The Soft Parade up as number one favourite that easily, but Waiting For The Sun made me think about the importance of that status; its constant anticipation illustrates a different corner of human behaviour and relates to my own personal world as a necessary catharsis.

I rest my case with Wintertime Love.

The Doors’ Wintertime Love (Waiting For The Sun, 1968)