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An American Prayer
Elektra
Vydáno: 1978
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James Douglas Morrison
Hudba - The Doors
Awake
Ghost song
Dawn's highway
Newborn awakening
To come of age
Black polished chrome
Latino chrome
Angels and sailors
Stoned immaculate
The movie
Curses, invocations
American night
Roadhouse blues
The world on fire
Lament
The hitchhiker
An American prayer
Hour of magic
Freedom exists
A feast of friends
Bonus tracks: (pouze na CD)
Babylon fading
Bird of prey
The 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
Has 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 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.
"Me and my-ah-mother and father-and a grandmother and a grandfather-were driving
through the deseert, 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 them...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.
Indian,
Indian what did you die for?
Indian says,
nothing at all.
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 with you well,
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call on you to pray.
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 give out free records to the best couple.
Spades dance best, from the hip.
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 coolly drove away.
He's rich, Got a big car.
My gang will get you.
Scenes of rape in the arroyo.
Seductions 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,
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 ever.
He manuevered 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 buttocks 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?
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.
I'll tell
you this...
No eternal reward will
forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back to those days everything was simpler and more confused.
One summer night, going to the pier,
I ran into two young girls.
The blonde 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 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 everning 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?
Enought 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.
When can I meet them?
It's all right, all your friends are here.
I'm not hungry.
After you've eaten.
Oh, we meant beaten.
Silver stream, silvery scream
Ooooh,
impossible concentration.
Courses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise.
Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesmen
My militant dandies
All strange order of monsters
Hot on the trail of the woodwine
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 than a bird man.
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know.
Sounds like guns...thunder.
Ladies and gentlemen! From Los Angeles, California... The
Doors!
...Well, I woke up whis
morning
Got myself a beer
Well, I
woke up this morning
Got myself a beer
Well,
the future's uncertain
The end is always near...
...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 gonna happen, man, but I wanna
have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in
flames
Alright!
The World on Fire... Taxi for 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 for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you.
Acquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery,
Stripshow.
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 beasts of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery 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 on the altar of silence.
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 doin'? 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
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 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 the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
to the Kingdom
Have you been born yet
& 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
& 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
herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap
Columbus' groin got
filled w/green death
(I touched her thigh
& 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
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/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 were 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
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome & 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 & you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& 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
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in a school book
Did you know madmen are
running our prison
w/in a jail, w/in a gael
w/in a white free protestant
mealstrom
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
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & 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
strange hour
unannounced, unplanned
for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brouht to bed
Death makes angles of us all
& 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
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family
Then we hear a whistle like a boatswain's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Gradually mixing
Rain
Thunder
Bull fight
Football
Playground
War
Pennier cay
Babylon fading
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
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 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
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
the windows kept
& only one of all the rest
to dance and
save us
W/ the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
(When the true Kings's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise
in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were promised
One more thing...
Thank you, O Lord
For the white blind light
Thank you, O Lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
from which the future's made.
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