Foreword: Music is as inspiring as image. It is more like an abstract form of art. Its depth can be read only by certain people. Just like a pattern naturally formed on the wall, which only can be seen by someone with a different eye.
Here comes a song by The Doors – The Riders On The Storm. Like some of my drawings are inspired by the particularly strange vision of my short-sighted eyes, my way of listening to music with limited understanding and plenty of imagination is, more or less, a legend, amusingly exaggerated or exaggeratedly amusing.
Alexander Stone
Alexander Stone
Into this house he was born
Into this world with a throne
Like a dog with a bone, an actor on the moon
Alexander Stone
There’s a killer on the road
He is bringing a weapon like a tong
He is jerking around all the day
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride
The sweet is like an evil die
Killer on the road
Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
They can understand
The world depends on
The life in the end
God love you man
Lyrics
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl, you gotta love your man
Girl, you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends, our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm