From the album “An American Prayer”
Vocals by Jim Morrison
Music by 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 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 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 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
The moths & 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 insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest will dance & 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?