About the song
**L.A. Woman: A Haunting Farewell**
Released in 1971, just months before the tragic passing of frontman Jim Morrison, *L.A. Woman* stands as a poignant farewell from The Doors. This album, often hailed as their finest, is a raw and uncompromising exploration of themes such as death, addiction, and the fleeting nature of life.
The title track, “L.A. Woman,” is a haunting ode to the city that had shaped the band’s identity. Morrison’s vocals are filled with a sense of longing and despair, as he paints a picture of a city that is both alluring and dangerous. The driving rhythm section and Ray Manzarek’s signature organ provide a powerful backdrop for Morrison’s poetic lyrics.
One of the album’s most iconic tracks, “Riders on the Storm,” is a chilling tale of a group of ghostly figures traveling across the American landscape. Morrison’s hypnotic vocals and the eerie atmosphere created by the band’s instrumentation make this song a timeless classic. The song’s repetitive structure and the sound of rain falling in the background add to its haunting quality.
“Love Her Madly” is a more straightforward love song, but it is still imbued with a sense of darkness and intensity. Morrison’s passionate vocals and the band’s energetic performance make this track a standout. The song’s bridge features a powerful guitar solo from Robbie Krieger, showcasing his virtuosity.
“Queen of the Highway” is another standout track, with its bluesy riff and Morrison’s soulful vocals. The song is a tribute to the open road and the freedom it represents. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery, and the band’s performance is both energetic and heartfelt.
Throughout *L.A. Woman*, The Doors deliver a powerful and uncompromising statement. The album is a testament to the band’s talent and creativity, and it remains a cornerstone of the rock music canon. While it was released shortly before Morrison’s untimely death, *L.A. Woman* serves as a fitting tribute to his legacy.
Video
Lyrics
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, come on
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, oh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin’
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin’ down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel money murder madness
Let’s change the mood from glad to sadness
Mister mojo risin’, mister mojo risin’
Mister mojo risin’, mister mojo risin’
Got to keep on risin’
Mister mojo risin’, mister mojo risin’
Mojo risin’, gotta mojo risin’
Mister mojo risin’, gotta keep on risin’
Risin’, risin’
Gone risin’, risin’
I’m gone risin’, risin’
I gotta risin’, risin’
Well, risin’, risin’
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin’
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, whoa, come on
L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, you’re my woman
Little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman
L.A. L.A. woman woman
L.A. woman, come on