Severed Garden
The Doors · Other Songs - The Doors
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog, men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig
Royal babies, rubies must now replace
Aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest
You've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family
Severed Garden
Severed Garden stands as a haunting centerpiece in The Doors' discography, blending psychedelic rock with gothic atmosphere to reflect the band's signature fusion of poetry and sound. Recorded during the late 1960s, the track exemplifies the group's ability to weave intricate guitar lines with Jim Morrison's enigmatic vocals, creating a sonic landscape that mirrors the tension between innocence and corruption often explored in their lyrics. As a standalone recording, it captures the raw energy of their live performances while maintaining the studio polish characteristic of their era. The song remains a defining example of the genre, influencing countless artists who sought to merge rock with theatrical drama and introspective mood.