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- An American Prayer (Jim Morrison)
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- 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
- & are you alive?
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- 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)
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- We need great golden copulations
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- The fathers are cackling in trees
- of the forest
- Our mother is dead in the sea
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- Do you know we are being led to
- slaugthers by placid admirals
- & that fat slow generals are getting
- obscene on young blood
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- 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
- herdsmen who are just dying
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- O great creator of being
- grant us one more hour to
- perform our art
- & perfect our lives
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- The moths & atheists are doubly divine
- & dying
- We live, we die
- & death not ends it
- Journey we more into the
- Nightmare
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- Cling to live
- Our passion'd flower
- Cling to cunts & cocks
- of despair
- We got our final vision
- by clap
- Columbus' groin got
- filled w/ green death
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- (I touched her thigh
- & death smiled)
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- We have assembled inside this ancient
- & insane theatre
- To propagate our life
- & flee the swarming wisdom
- of the streets
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- The barns are stormed
- The windows kept
- & only one of all the rest
- To dance & save us
- W/ the divine mockery
- of words
- Music inflames temperament
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- (When the true King's murderers
- are allowed to roam free
- a 1000 Magicians arise
- in the land)
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- Where are the feasts
- we were promised
- Where is the wine
- The New Wine
- (dying on the vine)
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- resident mockery
- give us an hour for magic
- We of the purple glove
- We of the starling flight
- & velvet hour
- We of arabic pleasure's breed
- We of sundome & the night
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- Give us a creed
- To believe
- A night of Lust
- Give us trust in
- The Night
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- Give of color
- hundred hues
- a rich mandala
- for me & you
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- & for your silky
- pillowed house
- a head, wisdom
- & a bed
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- Trouble decree
- Resident mockery
- has claimed thee
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- We used to believe
- in the good old days
- We still recieve
- In little ways
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- The Things of Kindness
- & unsporting brow
- Forget & allow
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- Did you know freedom exists
- in a school book
- Did you know madmen are
- running our prison
- w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
- w/in a white free protestant
- maelstrom
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- We're perched headlong
- on the edge of boredom
- We're reaching death
- on the end of a candle
- We're trying for something
- Thats already found us
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- We can invent Kingdoms of our own
- grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
- & love we must, in beds of rust
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- Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
- & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
- No black men's pride to hoist the beams
- while mocking angels sift what seems
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- To be a collage of magazine dust
- Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
- This is just jail for those who must
- get up in the morning & fight for such
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- unusable standards
- while weeping maidens
- show-off penury & pout
- ravings for a mad
- staff
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- Wow, I'm sick of doubt
- Live in the light of certain
- South
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- Cruel bindings
- The servants have the power
- dog-men & their mean women
- pulling poor blankets over
- our sailors
- (& where were you in our lean hour)
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- Milking your moustache?
- or grinding a flower?
- I'm sick of dour faces
- Staring at me from the T.V.
- Tower. I want roses in
- my garden bower; dig?
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- Royal babies, rubies
- must now replace aborted
- Strangers in the mud
- These mutants, blood-meal
- for the plant that's plowed
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- They are waiting to take us into
- the severed garden
- Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
- comes death on a strange hour
- unannounced, unplanned for
- Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
- brougth to bed
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- Death makes angels of us all
- & gives us wings
- where we had shoulders
- smooth as raven's
- claws
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- No more money, no more fancy dress
- This other Kingdom seems by far the best
- until its other jaw reveals incest
- & loose obedience to a vegetable law
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- I will not go
- Prefer a Feast of Friends
- To the Giant family
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