An American Prayer

The Doors

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
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters
By placid admirals and fats slow generals
Are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?
The moon is 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 are promised?
Where is the wine The New Wine?
Dying on the vine

Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling light and velvet hour
We of the arabic pleasure's breed
We of the sundome and the night

Give us greed to beleive
A night of Lust
Give us trust in the Night
Give of color, hundred huies
A rich mandala for me and you
And your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom and a bed

Troubled decree, resident mockery has claimed thee

We used to believe in hte good old days
We still recieve in little ways the things of kindness
And unsporting brow forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book?
Did you know madmen are running our prison
Within a jail, within a gaol, Within a white 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

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

Written by: Jim Morrison
Sent by Wilson. Subtitled by Gabriela. Revised by Gabriela.
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