“You make me real.
Only you have that appeal.
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.”
The Doors - You Make Me Real(69 plays)
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Take the highway to the end of the night
Take a journey to the bright midnight
Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
End of the night, end of the night
I ask myself how often I heard this song and how often I heard these lines. And I still ask myself what they mean. Some may say they are only the outgrowth of a brain stoned by psychedelic drugs. But isn’t it more? What is ‘the bright midnight’? It isn’t a place, is it? I think the journey to ‘the bright midnight’ is much more exciting than any journey to any place anywhere. A journey to a foreign a strange state of mind. Maybe. The only thing I know is these are very deep words and I know they sound beautiful together.