Break on through to the other side.
Break on through to the other side.
Because the world is round, it turns me on because the world is round.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
All the lonely people – where do they all come from?
What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind?
Everybody’s got something to hide, except me and the monkey.
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light? Or just another lost angel, city of night.
Someday when we’re dreaming – deep in love, not a lot to say – then we will remember things we said today.
I believe in yesterday.
Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left to do but run, run, run.
‘Cause everybody knows she’s a femme fatale.
Well, I’m beginning to see the light.
It was twenty years ago today when Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
Purple haze all in my brain.
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
She started shakin’ to that fine fine music, you know her life was saved by rock ‘n roll.
Let it roll, all night long.
The soft parade has now begun – listen to the engines hum.
You’re just like crosstown traffic – so hard to get through to you.
But every word you say today gets twisted ’round some other way, and they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied.
After a while you start to smile, now you feel cool. Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Linger on your pale blue eyes.
We are the Sherlock Holmes English speaking vernacular. Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty, and Dracula.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat. Try on your wings and find out where it’s at.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
No sugar tonight in my coffee, no sugar tonight in my tea.
If a six turned out to be nine, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea.
Just turn that dial, make your music worthwhile.
Breathe, breathe in the air, don’t be afraid to care.
Hush, hush, I thought I heard her calling my name now.
Sweet sweet wild honey bee, eat up eat up eat up honey.
Don’t you want somebody to love? Don’t you need somebody to love?
These eyes cry every night for you.
Wherein we examine the most important question of our time: what is the most Wes Anderson movie song ever?
Why do we have to carry on? Always singing the same old song.
The music was new, black polished chrome, and came over the summer like liquid night.
I’ve been waiting so long to be where I’m going, in the sunshine of your love.
Eclectic psychedelic rock released at the pinnacle of the Flower Power era.
There are some powerful powerful, favorite favorite, classic classics going on here.
A work of psychedelicized funk/soul/rock bizarro-genius that you may choose to hit and/or quit.
It’s fun and rock and pop and a little quirky and very British Invasion.
“Ray, Robbie, and John did Doors stuff post-Jim?” Yep, and this one’s really good!
A kaleidoscopic spectacle of psychedelic hippie rock.
Any band with a name that has a food word in front of a time telling device-related word has a huge shot of making this list.
It’s delicate (grunge?), but it all clicks.
Melancholy yet upbeat, accessible yet deeply indie.
An unusual musical locale that’s hard to nail down, but well worth the journey.
Irony and kitsch beget musical admiration beget deep nostalgia.