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 led to slaughters 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 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
Oh 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 passioned flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus is 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
Resident mockery give us an hour for magicWe of the purple glove,we of the starling flight , and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed, we of sun, dome 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 for you
and for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom and a bed
Troubled decree Resident 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
Did you know freedom exists in school books?
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
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
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Living the light of certain south
Cruel bindings the savants 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 T.V. 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 & wanton thrillful comes death on a stranger 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
Jim Morrison
*******
Link to An American Prayer in the voice of Jim Morrison: