The Doors 1978
| Awake ghost song | |
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Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin
WAKE UP!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
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 in a cool 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
| Dawn's highway | |
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Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a
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 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.
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.
| Newborn awakening | |
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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 on you to pray
| 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 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) | |
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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 white rag
and smiling cooly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car
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 | |
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Angels and sailors I will never treat you mean Always a playground instructor, never a killer I'll always be true I'm surprised you could get it up I'll tell you this... Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused Out here we is stoned The movie will begin in five moments We filed slowly, languidly into the hall The program for this evening is not new I'm getting out of here! Where are you going? To the other side of morning Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas When can I meet them? After you've eaten I'm not hungry Uh, we meant beaten Silver stream, silvery scream Curses, Invocations All strange orders of monsters Here come the Comedians All hail the American night! ROADHOUSE BLUES A-keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, at back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, baby, roll You gotta roll, roll, roll, gott thrill my soul,
alright Ashen Lady, Ashen Lady Well, I woke up this morning, got myself a beer Let it roll, baby, roll. Let it roll, baby, roll Alright! Alright! Alright! Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel... Lament for my cock How to aquire death in the morning show Deathwell mystery which makes me write Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Guitar player Caress it's lament This stable friend and the beast of his zoo I pressed her thigh and death smiled Death, old friend Sentence upon sentence All join now and lament for the death of my cock Thoughts in time and out of season Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A. Do you know the warm progress under the stars? A head, wisdom Did you know freedom exists in a school book We can invent Kingdoms of our own Wow, I'm sick of doubt (And where were you in our lean hour) I'm sick of dour faces I will not go
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.
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been
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 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
This way
The end
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again
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
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn
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 hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Immaculate.
The movie
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued
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?
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand
It's alright, all your friends are here
Oooooh, impossible concentration
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
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
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
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns...thunder
A-keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Come to the roadhouse, gonna have a real a-good time
Ah, at back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
That's for the people ... like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll ...All night long
Roll, roll, roll, gotta thrill my soul, you gotta(..)
Alright
Give up your vows, Give up your vows
Save our city! Save our city! A-right now!
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Yeah, the future's uncertain, the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, Let it roll...all night long
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! Listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...
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
The world on fire
He was drunk a big party last nightback, going back
in all directions sleeping these insane hoursI'll never wake up
in a good mood againI'm sick of these stinky boots
Lament
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
TV death which the child absorbs
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Taught us god and the child's prayer in the night
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
WordsPowerTrance
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?
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
WisdomLuxury Romance
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
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence
The hitchhiker
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
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 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, ya 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, ya know?
Killer on the road
And I wasted him
Yeah
An American prayer
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 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 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 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 magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures'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
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
An unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know madmen are roaming 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
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
and love we must, in beds or rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
and muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched of foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such
unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad
staff
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
Milking your moustache
or grinding a flower?
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
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family