This was the album which was due to feature "Celebration Of The Lizard"--Jim Morrison's eagerly-awaited 10-minute poem written in tribute to said sexy reptile. Alas though, it wasn't to be. Instead they inserted less ambitious oldie "Hello I Love You" at the last minute and hoped that no-one would mind.
 
Unsurprisingly, it sticks out like a sore thumb on a set which represents the peak of Jim Morrison's belief that he was some kind of leather-trousered shaman. Were this not a 60s rock group, such acts of narcotic delusion might signal disaster. Narcotic delusion though, was what 60s rock groups did best--and here's an album full of it: the elegiac piano inflections that frame "Yes The River Knows"; the warped, disembodied "Not To Touch The Earth" and that oft-overlooked pagan sea-shanty "My Wild Love".