AN AMERICAN PRAYER.

-Studio Album by Jim Morrison, November 17, 1978.

AWAKE

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

Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Has this dream stopped?

THE GHOST SONG BY JIM MORRISON (FT. THE DOORS)

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 jewelled moon

Couples naked race down by its 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 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 kings murderers

Are allowed to roam free
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are 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
DAWN’S HIGHWAY
Me and my -ah- mother and father
And a Grandmother and 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 musta 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

NEWBORN AWAKENING
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell 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 of 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 new-born 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"
In her baby grand
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost-God himself
Stuttering, cheering
Chatting blindly?

I called you up to
Annoint 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 on you to pray

TO COME OF AGE
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 an 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

BLACK POLISHED CHROME / LATINO CHROME

Black Polished Chrome

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 cooly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car
------------------------
Latino Chrome
My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The 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

ANGELS AND SAILORS

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

STONED IMMACULATE
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
THE MOVIE
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

CURSES, INVOCATIONS
Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
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

AMERICAN NIGHT
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns...thunder
Oh, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
A good time
Yeah, the back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, the back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll
All night long
Do it, Robby, do it!
You got to roll, roll, roll
You got to thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
To thrill my soul
You got to beep-a-gunk-a-chucha
Honk-konk-konk-kadanta
Each-ya-puna-ney-cha
Bap-pa-lula-ni-chao
Pao-pati-cha
Ni-saong-kong
Alright!
Ashen lady
Ashen lady
Give up your vows
Give up your vows
Save our city
Save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll
All night long

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 going to happen, man, but I wanna have
My kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Alright!
ROADHOUSE BLUES
Oh, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
A good time
Yeah, the back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, the back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll
All night long
Do it, Robby, do it!
Alright!
Eeeeeh yeah!

You got to roll, roll, roll

You got to thrill my soul, all right

Roll, roll, roll, roll

To thrill my soul
You got to beep-a-gunk-a-chucha
Honk-konk-konk-kadanta
Each-ya-puna-ney-cha
Bap-pa-lula-ni-chao
Pao-pati-cha
Ni-saong-kong
Alright!
Ashen lady
Ashen lady
Give up your vows
Give up your vows
Save our city
Save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll
All night long

THE WORLD ON FIRE

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.

LAMENT
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Strip show

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 its 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 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 for 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 in the altar of silence
THE HITCHHIKER
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
Riders on the storm
Yeah. In the middle of it
Riders on the storm
Right
Into this House 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 bone
An 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, you know
I 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, you know
Killer on the road
And I wasted him
Yeah

AN AMERICAN PRAYER
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 born 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 lead to slaughter by placid admirals

And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?

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
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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 passioned flower
Cling to Cunts & Cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus's 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 1000 Magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts we are promised?

Where is the wine, The new wine, dying on the vine?

HOUR FOR MAGIC

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 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 receive
In little ways
The Things of Kindness
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow

FREEDOM EXISTS
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 free protestant
Maelstrom

We're perched headlong

On the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us

A FEAST OF FRIENDS
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 its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family

BABYLON FADING
Then we hear a whistle like a bison's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Gradually mixing rain
Thunder
Bullfight
Football
Playground
War
Penny-arcade
Babylon fading
BIRD OF PREY
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

THE SEVERED GARDEN

Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South's 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 thrill-full
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