When You're Strange: A Film About The Doors

Coming Soon: First Feature Documentary About The Doors

Award-winning writer-director Tom DiCillo's riveting film uncovers historic, previously unseen footage from the illustrious rock quartet and provides new insight into the revolutionary impact of their music and legacy.

The creative chemistry of four brilliant artists - drummer John Densmore, guitarist Robby Kreiger, keyboardist Ray Manzarek, and singer Jim Morrison - made The Doors one of America's most iconic and influential rock bands. When You're Strange is the first feature documentary to tell their story. Using footage shot between their formation in 1965 and Morrison's death in 1971, it follows the band from the corridors of UCLA's film school, where Manzarek and Morrison met, to the stages of sold-out arenas.

Taking its title from the cabaret-tinged Doors hit "People Are Strange," the film chronicles the creation of The Doors' six landmark studio albums in just five years, as well as their electrifying live performances. Rare cinèma vèritè footage offers an intimate glimpse into their musical collaboration - and their offstage lives.

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NO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE

No One Here Gets Out Alive was the first biography of Jim Morrison, lead singer and lyricist of the L.A. rock band The Doors, written after his death by journalist Jerry Hopkins, with later "insider" information added by Danny Sugerman. The book is largely credited with revitalizing the popularity of the Doors and Morrison. Hopkins had done an extensive interview with Morrison before his death, but his first manuscript was rejected by major publishers. Sugerman began working as an assistant in the Doors office at the age of fourteen, and became their manager after Morrison died (replacing Bill Siddons). According to Doors drummer John Densmore, Sugerman became "the manager and driving force behind The Doors" who "guided our career for over 30 years" until his death in 2005.

The book has been criticized as being obsequious and lacking any meaningful analysis of Morrison's personality, as well as with dwelling on the worst and most pointless of Morrison's excesses, such as his alcoholism. The fact that Sugerman has been described as "the number one Doors fan of the world", has led detractors to label this book "Nothing Here But a Bunch of Lies" and the work of a fabulist. Critics have also opined that the information added by Sugerman, which made the manuscript more appealing to publishers, was sensationalism and in some cases outright fabrication. Those who knew both Morrison and Sugerman have said Sugerman's touting of himself as an "insider" during the time Morrison was alive is an exaggeration at best. Material introduced by Sugerman included insinuations that Morrison had not really died and wild speculations about the possible causes of his death. Surviving family and friends were not pleased with the unwanted entreaties by stalkers looking for Morrison and the vandalization of his grave by fans hoping to exhume Morrison's body. Sugerman's credibility was not helped by the fact that he lifted part of his book's foreword almost word-for-word from Venable Herndon's biography James Dean: A Short Life.

The book title is taken from the Doors song "Five To One".

THE CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD

Lions in the Street

Lions in the street & roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer ground.
He fled the town.
He went down South
And crossed the border
Left the chaos & disorder
Back there
Over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.

Wake Up

Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold glazed & shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.
And she was beside me, old,
She's, no; young.
Her dark red hair.
The white soft skin.
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look!
She's coming in here.
I can't live thru each slow centuryof her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood.
The smooth hissing snakes
of rain...

A Little Game

Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back in my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called "Go Insane"
Now you should try this little game
Just close your eyes, forget your name
forget the world, forget the people
and we'll erect a different steeple.
This little game is fun to do.
Just close your eyes, no way to lose
And I'm right here, I'm going too
Release control, we're breaking through

The Hill Dwellers

Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us
And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
Quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples
WAIT! There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come!

Not to Touch the Earth

Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun
Nothing left to do but run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run
House upon the hill, moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees witnessing the wild breeze
Come on, baby, run with me
Let's run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me, let's run
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not going very far
To the East, to meet the Czar
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me, let's run
Some outlaws live by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon...
Soon...
Soon!
I AM THE LIZARD KING;
I CAN DO ANYTHING.

Names of the Kingdom

We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled
And I can tell you the names of the kingdom
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade

The Palace of Exile

For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready

LOVE STREET (THE DOORS)

She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens


She has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you


She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

I see you live on Love Street
There's this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far

She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens


La, la, la, la, la, la, la

LOVE HIDES (THE DOORS)

Love hides in the strangest places.
Love hides in familiar faces.
Love comes when you least expect it.
Love hides in narrow corners.
Love comes to those who seek it.
Love hides inside the rainbow.
Love hides in molecular structures.
Love is the answer.