An American Prayer

(Jim Morrison)

Awake Ghost Song

Is everybody in?Is everybody in?Is everybody in?The ceremony is about to begin.

WAKE UP!

You can't remember where it washad this dream stopped?

Awake

Shake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day and choose the sign of your dayThe day's divinityFirst thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it's quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us.Choose they croon the Ancient OnesThe time has come againChoose now, they croonBeneath the moonBeside an ancient lakeEnter again the sweet forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances.

Dawn's Highway

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Me and my -ah- mother and father - and agrandmother and a grandfather - were driving throughthe desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indianworkers had either hit another car, or just - I don'tknow what happened - but there were Indians scatteredall over the highway, bleeding to death.

So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first timeI tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child islike a flower, his head is just floating in thebreeze, man.The reaction I get now thinking about it, lookingback - is that the souls of the ghosts of those deadIndians...maybe one or two of 'em...were justrunning around freaking out, and just leaped into mysoul. And they're still in there.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Blood in the streets in the town of New HavenBlood stains the roofs and the palm trees of VeniceBlood in my love in the terrible summerBloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingersBlood will be born in the birth if a nationBlood is the rose of mysterious unionBlood on the rise, it's following me.

Indian, Indian what did you die for?Indian says, nothing at all.

Newborn Awakening

gently they stir, gently riseThe dead are newborn awakeningWith ravaged limbs and wet soulsGently they sigh in rapt funeral amazementWho 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 earthI called you to announce sadness falling like burned skinI called you to wish you wellTo glory in self like a new monsterAnd now I call you to pray.

To Come Of Age

A military station in the desert.

Can we resolve the pastLurking jaws, joints of time?The BaseTo come of age in a dry placeHoles and caves.

My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains

The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lapSomeone shot the bird in the afternoon dance showThey gave out free records to the best coupleSpades dance best, from the hip.

Black Polished Chrome (Latino Chrome.)

The music was newblack polished chromeAnd came over the summerlike liquid night.The DJ's took pills to stay awakeand play for seven daysThey went to the studioAnd someone knew himSomeone knew the TV showmanHe came to our homeroom partyand played recordsAnd when he left in the hot noon sunand walked to his carWe saw the chooks had writtenF-U-C-K on his windshieldHe wiped it off with a ragand smiling cooly drove awayHe's rich. Got a big car.

My gang will get youScenes of rape in the arroyoSeduction in cars, abandoned buildingsFights at the food standThe dustthe shoesOpen shirts and raised collarsBright 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.

Angles And Sailors

Angels and sailorsrich girlsbackyard fencestents

Dreams watching each other narrowlysoft luxuriant carsGirls in garages, strippedout to get liquor and clotheshalf gallons of wine and six-packs of beerJumped, humped, born to suffermade to undress in the wilderness.

I will never treat you meanNever start no kind of sceneI'll tell you every place and person that I've been.

Always a playground instructor, never a killerAlways a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or overHe manouvered two girls into his hotel roomOne a friend, the other, the young one, a newer strangerVaguely Mexican or Puerto RicanPoor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's beltShe's trying to rieStory of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death gamesHandsome lad, dead in a carConfusionNo connectionsCome 'ereI love youPeace on earthWill you die for me?Eat meThis wayThe end

I'll always be trueNever go out, sneaking out on you, babeIf you'll only show me Far Arden again.

I'm surprised you could get it upHe whips her lightly, sardonically, with beltHaven't I been through enough? she asksNow dressed and leavingThe Spanish girl begins to bleedShe says her periodIt's Catholic heavenI have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neckMy chest is hard and brownLying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virginWe could plan a murderOr start a religion.

Stoned Immaculate

I'll tell you this...No eternal reward will forgive us nowFor wasting the dawn.

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confusedOne summer night, going to the pierI ran into two young girlsThe blonde one was called FreedomThe dark one, EnterpriseWe talked and they told me this storyNow listen to this...I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beatSoft driven, slow and mad

Like some new languageReaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messengerLet me tell you about heartache and the loss of godWandering, wandering in hopless nightOut here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stonedImmaculate.

The Movie

The movie will begin in five momentsThe mindless voice announcedAll those unseated will await the next show.

We filed slowly, languidly into the hallThe auditorium was vast and silentAs we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.

The program for this evening is not newYou've seen this entertainment through and throughYou've seen your birth your life and deathyou might recall all of the restDid you have a good world when you died?Enough to base a movie on?.

I'm getting out of hereWhere are you going?To the other side of morningPlease don't chase the clouds, pagodas

Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.

It's alright, all your friends are hereWhen can I meet them?After you've eatenI'm not hungryUh, we meant beaten

Silver stream, silvery screamOooooh, impossible concentration.

Curses, Invocation

Curses, InvocationsWeird bate-headed mongrelsI keep expecting one of you to riseLarge buxom obese queenGarden hogs and cunt veteransQuaint cabbage saintsShit hoarders and individualistsDrag strip officialsTight lipped losers andLustful fuck salesman

My militant dandiesAll strange orders of monstersHot on the tail of the woodvineWe welcome you to our procession

Here come the Comedianslook at them smileWatch them dance an Indian mileLook at them gestureHow aplombSo to gesture everyoneWords dissembleWords be quickWords resemble walking sticksPlant them they will growWatch them waver soI'll always be a word manBetter then a bird man.

American Night

All hail the American night!

What was that?I don't knowSounds like guns...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 aSagittariusThe most philosophical of all the signsBut anyway, I don't believe in itI think it's a bunch of bullshit, myselfBut I tell you this, man, I tell you thisI don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna havemy kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flamesAlright!

The World On Fire

The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel...He was drunk a big party last night back going backin all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake upin a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots.

Lament

Lament for my cock

Sore and crucifiedI seek to know youAquiring soulful wisdomYou can open walls of mysteryStripshow

How to aquire death in the morning showTV death which the child absorbsDeathwell mystery which makes me writeSlow train, the death of my cock gives life

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entryTaught us god in the child's praye in the night

Guitar playerAncient wise satyrSing your ode to my cock

Caress it's lamentStiffen and guide us, we frozenLost cellsThe knowledge of cancerTo speak to the heartAnd give the great giftWords Power Trance

this stable friend and the beast of his zooWild haired chicksWomen flowering in their summitMonsters of skinEach color connectsto create the boatwhich rocks the raceCould any hell be more horriblethan nowand real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

death, old frienddeath and my cock are the worldI can forgive my injuries in the name ofWisdom Luxury Romance

Sentence upon sentenceWords are the healing lamentFor the death of my cock's spiritHas no meaning in the soft fireWords got me the wound and will get me wellI you believe it

All join now and lament the death of my cockA tounge of knowledge in the feathered nightBoys get crazy in the head and sufferI sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence.

The Hitchhiker

Thoughts in time and out of seasonThe HitchhikerStood by the side of the roadAnd leveled his thumbIn the calm calculus of reason

Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.I was out on the desert for awhile

'Riders on the storm'

Yeah. In the middle of it

'Riders on the storm'

Right...

'Into this world we're born'

Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem

'Into this world we're thrown'

When I was out on the desert, ya know

'Like a dog without a boneAn actor out on loan'

I don't know how to tell you

'Riders on the storm'

but, ah, I killed somebody

'There's a killer on the road'

No...

'His brain is squirming like a toad'

It's no big deal, ya knowI don't think anybody will find out about it, but...

' take a long holiday'

just, ah...

'Let your children play'this guy gave me a ride, and ah...

'If you give this man a ride'

started giving me a lot of trouble

'Sweet family will die'

and I just couldn't take it, ya know

'Killer on the road'

And I wasted him

Yeah.

An American Prayer/ Hour For Magic/ Freedom Exists/ A Feast Of Friends

Do you know the warm progressunder the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keysto the kingdom

Have you been borne yet& are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh mythsof the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests[Have you forgotten the lessonsof the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in treesof the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led toslaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are gettingobscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbersin the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocentherdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being

grant us one more hour toperform our art& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine& dying

We live, we die& death not ends it

Journey we more into theNightmareCling to lifeOur passion'd flower

Cling to Cunts & cocksof despair

We got our final visionby clap

Columbus groin gotfilled w/green death

(I touched her thigh& death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient& insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life& flee the swarming wisdomof the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

& only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/the divine mockeryof words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderersare allowed to roam freea 1000 Magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feastswe are promised

Where is the wineThe New Wine(dying on the vine)resident mockerygive us an hour for magicWe of the purple gloveWe of the starling flight

& velvet hourWe of arabic pleasures's breedWe of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A nightr of lustGive us trust inThe NightGive of colorhundred huesa rich mandalafor me & for you& for your silkypillowed housea head, wisdom& a bedTroubled decreeResident mockeryhas claimed theeWe used to believein the good old daysWe still receiveIn little waysThe things of Kindness& unsporting browForget & allow

Did you know freedom existsin school books

Did you know madmen arerunning our prisons

w/in a jail, w/in a gaolw/in a white free protestantmaelstrom

We're perched headlongon the edge of boredom

We're reaching for deathon the end of a candle

We're trying for somethingthat's already found us

Wow, I'm sick of doubtLive in the light of certainsouth

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power

dog-men & their mean women

pulling poor blankets overour sailors

I'm sick of dour facesStarong at me from the T.V.

Tower, I want roses inmy garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubiesmust now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-mealfor the plant that's plowedthey are waiting to take us intothe severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillfulcomes death on a stranger hourunannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you'vebrought to bed

Death makes angels of us all& gives us wingswhere we had shoulderssmooth as raven'sclaws

No more money, no more fancy dressThis other kingdom seems by far the bestuntil its other jaw reveals incest& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not goPrefer a feast of friendsTo the Giant family.