Why do I obsess over such minutia? (In the grand scheme of things it sustains so little significance but, be that as it may, I am irked...) My ipod roulette coughed up an old gem the other day as I was tooling down 128: 'Soul Kitchen' from "Absolutely Live", and it brought me back to the days before I came to consider Jim Morrison just another slave to excess and narcissism (never been there, personally, but I've heard L.A. does that to you to this day.) Anyway, my adolescent imagination was definitely piqued by the Doors and a few of their more esoteric hymns still resonate -- probably for principally nostalgic reasons ('The End', 'Peace Frog', 'Soft Parade'...) And I looked up the lyrix to 'Soul Kitchen' with an aim to ascertain the chorus a little more distinctly than Jim's on-stage slurs tended to provide... Several sites had him sing-song-ing: "Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen; warm my mind near your gentle stove, turn me out and I'll wander, Baby, stumbling in the neon groves..." But I always heard it "...warm my mind to your gentle stove, turn me out in a wonder, Baby, stumblin' in the neon rain..." Not that it makes much difference other than poetically, but it irks me just the same.