The transcript of
Jim Morrisons Last Recording Session
(PARIS, mid-June 1971)
as recorded by "JOMO & THE SMOOTHIES"
(Jim Morrison and two unknown street musicians)

Yeah!

Nod your head if you ... you know ... Alright. Alright, now I ... I get 25% of everything that happens, right?

Fantastic ... got your action covered, Jim.

'Cos I brought 'em in here - alright?

Fantastic.

Now these cats are outta sight ... right?
(Guitar tuning)
Sort of fun, sort of ... fucked ...

Do we have more than one minute?

Oh yeah, we have as long as we want, man. Alright, what do you guys wanna sing?

I wanna sing uh ... You guys think of a song, man, that was like a ... I wanna ....

Uh, let him start, you know, he's a ...

I wanna play "Come On Baby, I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar", d'you know that?

No wait, let's ... I'll put the ... I'll put the mike in here, we can ... we can all sing. We can all sing.

D'you know ... d'you know ... d'you know "Come On Baby, I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar?"

Hey ... if you're ever ... anything you wanna get in here ... get it ... way in here ... No, I don't ...
(Laughter)

D'you know "I Want To Dance With My Indigo Sugar"?

No, I don't know that song, I'm sorry.

(Guitar Tuning)

... get some tuning. What the hell's he's doing? The universe is in tune. It's probably an ordered universe.

Oh, he's a poet, y'know. Poet. He don't know it. He's a Longfeller!

(Singing) It's probably an ordered universe - seen 93 billion million miles from here to walk Taurus ... d'you know that one?

You guys gotta get in tune, then I can get in tune with you.

I can't tune this one, so maybe it'd be better if you worked on that one.

Yeah, he doesn't ... he's not an instrumentalist, really.

I'm more of a ... a suburban ... in ... industrialist.

Give him ... no, give him your tune.

You think we're doing the right thing?

He ... no, he's ... he's got one, one of those chords on him ... Beautiful cigar, man. I see why Fidel is just always...

Yeah, you have to bite the ends off!

... outta sight ... uh ... you don't have to bite the end off that!

You gonna be a suburban ... sub ... suburban industrialist, you have to! (Laughter) I think they're pressing us ... Hello Mother!

Uh no, they're tolerating us until we get our asses in gear, right?

They've got nothing better to do, have they? ... You think so? Should I act straighter?

No, give 'em a little ... give 'em a little ...

Give 'em a little soul?

Let 'em know you're where they're at.

Artistry.

No, no, just a little ... assholetry ... (singing) Weeellll I used to know her ... but she was ten feet tall ...

... and she had blue eyes ...

I don't, get ... hey, let's get in tune, come on.

I dunno.

Hey, forget it, it doesn't matter - he's ... he'll never get in tune, man, he's not a musician ... I'm a singer ... He's ...

Hey, I think he's got one extra string on it. He must be a poet.

Hey, c'mon, give me it ... well, we'll get it half-way there anyway.

I'm tryin' harder ... wait, I'll try real hard this time ... How's that?

That's beautiful, man - you are really outta sight, you, you know ... I would, I would suspect ...

They're looking bored in there.

Uh, yeah ... it's ... uh ... an'I, I don't ... I don't blame 'em.

O.K.? Alright?

Hey listen, I ... um, hey, would you give us a ... an audition? You know, just pretend like we're just some nutty group, came in, and somehow ... they carted me into an audition ... (scratching noise) ... uh ... would you nod yes if you ...?

One of those guys passed out.

Uh I think ... that's ...

When he nodded his head, man, he fell backwards.
(Laughter)
No...
He said yes, O.K.
O.K.

Starting now!

A-one, a-two, a-three ...
(Guitar picking)

I like it ... not bad ... Hey you, you cats really go good together, you really do ...

Who's he?

Hey, remember this goes on for about a half an hour, so you better just ...

Forty-five minutes.
(Laughter)

O.K., now you name the song and we'll play it. Anything ... anything ... how about uh ... "Mr Five Feet Five"? D'you know that one?

I was ... I was hoping you'd ask that (laughs) (scratching noise) ... want a puff? ... "Little Miss Five Feet Five" ... Oh, no, wait a minute, wait, what d'you want to play?

Anything, anything at all, just play.
How about "Three Little Fishes, They Swam To The Sea"?

No, no, I ... let's ... no ... do, no, do a real song, man ... How 'bout this one? ... Ready? Now listen, I got a favourite ... I wrote this myself ... Ssssh ... c'mon ... (singing) Well I used to know someone fair ... uh ... (clap) ... she had orange ribbons in her hair. She was such a trip, she was hardly there, but I (handclapping) love her, just the same. (guitar solo including "Ghost Riders In The Sky") Well, I got t'know someone fair ... she had ... orange ... ribbons in her hair! She was something fair ... T.V. maniac - he wouldn't care ... I would care ... I'd care ... Such a hard road long to seek it ... such a one good thing to freak it ... such a one now would not care ... wish I was the one that's there ... yeah, come on ... y'gotta - wo! ... yeah! ... Kill 'em!!! ... (spoken) Uh - uh ... I didn't mean 'kill 'em', I just meant ... You gettin' that there?! ... (singing) Yeah ... Oh she used to have some fair so hair, just as if there was no-one out there ... disappears ... Yes, her friend had a baby, she could not resist ... yes, there was no-one who could ... break through a window, yeah, knocked on her door ... friend wouldn't answer, but ... she's still home ... well, her father has passed over, and her sister is a star, and her mother smokes diamonds, and sleeps out in the car ... Yeah, but she remembers Chicago, the musicians and guitars, grass by the lake, and people who laugh'd, make her poor heartache ... Now we live out on the valley, we work down on the farm, we climb up to the mountains, and ... (sound of maracas) ... everything's fine ... you're still mine ... I'm still yours ... you're still mine ... da-da-da, da-da-da ...
Hey, you wanna hear that? (music stops)

Yeah.

Just for the hell of it, you know.

He's kind of ridiculous.

Really ridiculous, man, I think it's ridiculous.

He didn't tape that.

Mm-mm.

Sure they did.
Oh, they couldn't have taped that, man.

We ordered 'em to.

Fuck.

I'd like to hear it ... just to hear how fucked we were ...
(Tape ends.)


(Thanks to Paul Carter transcribing the recording. Special thanks to Jana Grünert for allowing me to use her psychedelic drawing.)
This was transcribed from the CD "Jim Morrison The Lost Paris Tapes", Jomo Records 3.5471.1, Canada.

 


© 1999 Rainer Moddemann, The Doors Quarterly Magazine. This transcript may not be distributed in any other context or media.