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Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - The Ghost Song (extended version)

Posted by MojosBeads on January 13, 2013 at 7:10 AM Comments comments (0)

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

The day's divinity

First thing you see

 

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by it's quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us

 

Choose they croon the ancient ones

The time has come again

Choose now, they croon

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake

 

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

Everything is broken up and dances

 

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

 

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater

To propagate our lust for our life

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

 

The barns have stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

From the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

 

Ooh great creator of being

Grant us one more hour

To perform our art

And perfect our lives

 

We need great golden copulations

 

When the true king's murders

Are allowed to roam free

A thousand magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts we were promised

 

One more thing

 

Thank you oh lord

For the white blind light

Thank you oh lord

For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea

I had a splitting headache

From which the future's made

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Bird Of Prey

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Bird of prey

Bird of prey

Flying high

Flying high

In the summer sky

Bird of prey

Bird of prey

Flying high

Flying high

Gently pass on by

Bird of prey

Bird of prey

Flying high

Flying high

Am I going to die

Bird of prey

Bird of prey

Flying high

Flying high

Take me on your flight

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Babylon Fading

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Then we hear a whistle like a bosun's pipe

And the carnival immediately begins

Gradually mixing rain

Thunder

Bullfight

Football

Playground

War

Penny-arcade

Babylon fading

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - A Feast Of Friends

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Wow, I'm sick of doubt

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 TV 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

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Freedom Exists

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Did you know freedom exists in a school book

Did you know madmen are running our prison

Within a jail, within a gale

Within a white free protestant maelstrom

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom

We're reacing for death on the end of a candle

We're trying for something that's already found us

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Hour For Magic

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Resident mockery

Give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight

And velvet hour

We of arabic pleasure's breed

We of the sundome and the night

 

Give us a creed to believe

A night of lust

Give us trust in the Night

Give of color hundred hues

A rich mandala for me and you

 

And for your silky pillowed house

A head, wisdom and a bed

 

Troubled decree

Resilent mockery

Has claimed thee

 

We used to believe in the good old days

We still recieve in little ways

The things of kindness

And unsporting brow

Forget and allow

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - An American Prayer

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Do you know the warm progress under the stars

Do you know we exist

Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom

Have you been borne yet and are you alive

 

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war

We need great golden copulations

 

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

And our mother is dead in the sea

 

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals

And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by TV

 

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers

In the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent

Herdsman who are just dying

 

O great creator of being

Grant us one more hour to perform our art

And perfect our lives

 

The moths and atheists

Are doubly divine and dying

 

We live, we die

And death not ends it

 

Journey we more into the nightmare

Cling to life, our passion'd flower

Cling to cunts and cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got

Filled with green death

I touched her thigh and death smiled

 

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

 

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

 

When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free

A thousand Magicians arise in the land

 

Where are the feasts we were promised

Where is the wine

The new wine

Dying on the vine

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - The Hitchhiker

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Thoughts in time and out of season

The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road

And leveled his thumb

In the calm calculus of reason

 

Hi, how you doing?

I just got back into town

L.A.

I was out on the desert for awhile

Yeah, um, in the middle of it

Right

Hey listen man I really got a problem

Well, uh

When I was out on the desert, ya know

I don't know how to tell you

but, ah, I killed somebody

No

It's no big deal ya know

I don't think anybody will find out about it, but

Just uh, I don't know

This guy gave me a ride and uh

Started giving me a lot of trouble

And I just, couldn't take it ya know

And I wasted him

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Lament

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Lament for my cock

Sore and crucified

I seek to know you

Acquiring soulful wisdom

You can open walls of mystery, stripshow

 

How to acquire death in the morning show

TV death which the child absorbs

Deathwell mystery which makes me write

Slow train the death of my cock gives life

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry

Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night

 

Guitar player

Ancient wise satyr

Sing your ode to my cock

Caress it's lament

Stiffen and guide us, we frozen

Lost cells

The knowledge of cancer

To speak to the heart

And give the great gift

Words, power, trance

 

This stable friend and the beast of his zoo

Wild haired chicks

Women flowering in their summit

Monsters of skin

Each color connects to create the boat

Which rocks the race

Could any hell be more horrible than now and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death, old friend

Death and my cock are the world

I can forgive my injuries in the name of wisdom, luxury, romance

 

Sentence upon sentence

Words are the healing lament

For the death of my cock's spirit

Has no meaning in the soft fire

Words got me the wound and will get me well

If you believe it

 

All join now and lament the death of my cock

A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night

Boys get crazy in the head and suffer

I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - World On Fire

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The world on fire

Taxi from Africa

The grand hotel

He was drunk

A big party last night

Back going back in all directions sleeping these insane hours

I'll never wake up in a good mood again

I'm sick of these stinky boots

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - American Night

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All hail the American night

 

What was that

I don't know

Sounds like, gunsm thunder

 

(Roadhouse Blues)

 

Alright! Alright! Alright!

Hey listen! Listen! Listen, man! Listen, man!

I don't know how many you people believe in astrology

Yeah that's right, that's right, baby

I...I am a Sagittarius

The most philosophical of all the signs

But anyway I don't believe in it

I think it's a bunch of bullshit myself

But I tell you this man

I tell you this

I don't know what's gonna happen man

But I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames

Alright!

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Curses, Invocations

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Curses, Invocations

Weird bate-headed mongrels

I keep expecting one of you to rise

Large buxom obese queens

Garden hogs and cunt veterans

Quaint cabbage saints

Shit hoarders and individualists

Drag strip officials

 

Tight lipped losers and lustful fuck salesman

My militant dandies

All strange orders of monsters

Hot on the trail of the woodvine

We welcome you to our procession

 

Here come the Comedians

look at them smile

Watch them dance an Indian mile

Look at them gesture

How aplomb

So to gesture everyone

 

Words dissemble

Words be quick

Words resemble walking sticks

Plant them they will grow

Watch them waver so

 

I'll always be a word man

Better then a bird man

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - The Movie

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The movie will begin in five moments

The mindless voice announced

All those unseated will await the next show

 

We filed slowly, languidly into the hall

The auditorium was vast and silent

As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued

 

The program for this evening is not new

You've seen this entertainment through and through

You've seen your birth your life and death

you might recall all of the rest

Did you have a good world when you died

Enough to base a movie on

 

I'm getting out of here

Where are you going

To the other side of morning

Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas

Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand

It's alright, all your friends are here

When can I meet them

After you've eaten

I'm not hungry

Uh we meant beaten

 

Silver stream, silvery scream

Oooooh, impossible concentration

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Stoned Immaculate

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I'll tell you this

No eternal reward will forgive us now

For wasting the dawn

 

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused

One summer night, going to the pier

I ran into two young girls

The blonde one was called Freedom

The dark one, Enterprise

We talked and they told me this story

 

Now listen to this

I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat

Soft driven slow and mad like some new language

Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God

Wandering, wandering in hopeless night

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned, immaculate

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Angels And Sailors

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Angels and sailors

Rich girls

Backyard fences

Tents

Dreams watching each other narrowly

soft luxuriant cars

Girls in garages stripped

Out to get liquor and clothes

Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer

Jumped, humped, born to suffer

made to undress in the wilderness

 

I will never treat you mean

Never start no kind of scene

I'll tell you, every place and person that I've been

 

Always a playground instructor never a killer

Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over

He maneuvered two girls into his hotel room

One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger

Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican

Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt

She's trying to rise

Story of her boyfriend of teenage stoned death games

Handsome lad dead in a car

Confusion

No connections

Come here

I love you

Peace on earth

Will you die for me

Eat me

This way

The end

 

I'll always be true

Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe

If you'll only, show me, far Arden again

 

I'm surprised you could get it up

He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt

Haven't I been through enough she asks

Now dressed and leaving

The Spanish girl begins to bleed

She says her period

It's Catholic heaven

I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck

My chest is hard and brown

Lying on stained wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin

We could plan a murder

Or start a religion

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Latino Chrome

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My gang will get you

 

Scenes of rape in the arroyo

Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings

Fights at the food stand

Dust

The shoes

Open shirts and raised collars

Bright sculptured hair

 

Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...

I show you good time

This place has everything, C'mon...

I show you

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Black Polished Chrome

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The music was new black polished chrome

And came over the summer like liquid night

The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days

They went to the studio and someone knew him

Someone knew the TV showman

He came to our homeroom party and played records

And when he left in the hot noon sun

And walked to his car

We saw the chooks had written

F-U-C-K on his windshield

He wiped it off with a rag

and smiling coolly drove away

He's rich got a big car

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - To Come Of Age

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A military station in the desert

 

Can we resolve the past

Lurking jaws joints of time

The Base

To come of age in a dry place

Holes and caves

My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains

The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap

Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show

They gave out free records to the best couple

Spades dance best, from the hip

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Newborn Awakening

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Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

 

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born in the birth if a nation

Blood is the rose of mysterious union

Blood on the rise it's following me

 

Indian, Indian what did you die for

Indian says, nothing at all

 

Gently they stir, gently rise

The dead are newborn awakening

With ravaged limbs and wet souls

Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement

Who called these dead to dance

Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand

Was it the wilderness children

Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly

I called you up to anoint the earth

I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin

I called you to wish you well

To glory in self like a new monster

And now I call you to pray

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer [1969] - Dawn's Highway

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Me and my uh, mother and father

And grandmother and a grandfather

Were driving through the desert, at dawn

And a truck load of Indian workers

Had, either hit another car, or just

I don't know what happened

But there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death

So the car pulls up and stops

That was the first time I tasted fear

I must of been about, four

Like a child is like a flower

His head is just floating in the breeze, man

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back

Is that, the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians

Maybe one or two of 'em

Were just running around freaking out

And just leaped into my soul

And they're still in there