There’s blood in the street it’s up to my ankles,( she came) blood in the street, it’s up to my knees, blood in the streets, the town of chicago, blood on the rise it’s following me, think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away, sunlight in her hair
Blood in the streets turn a river of sadness, ( she came) blood in the streets, it’s up to my thigh, yeah, the river runs red down the legs of a city, the women are cryin’ and rivers are weepin’
She came in town and then she drove away, sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleedin’, ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind ( Jim tells a story about his family driving through the desert and coming upon an accident of Indians and they were Scattered over the highway. He claims that the spirit of one of the Indians entered into him and remained with him, Jim was just a young boy, maybe five or six.)
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven, blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice, *blood ‘in my love’ in the terrible summer, ( *Jim’s girlfriend on her period?) bloody red sun of Fantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers, blood will be born in the birth of a nation, blood is the rose of mysterious union
There’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my knee, blood in the streets, the town of Chicago, blood on the rise, it’s following me. Written by Jim Morrison and The Doors ( of Perception)
Don’t know what u think, but to me, this could have been written today. Frankie The Earthman.
Frankie The Earthman 