Post by Frater G on Mar 7, 2008 12:04:04 GMT -5
To the Other Side....
AWAKE GHOST SONG
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 woolly 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.
AN AMERICAN PRAYER/ HOUR FOR MAGIC/ FREEDOM EXISTS/ A FEAST OF FRIENDS
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist? filled with 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
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 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 & 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
James Douglas Morrison
AWAKE GHOST SONG
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 woolly 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.
AN AMERICAN PRAYER/ HOUR FOR MAGIC/ FREEDOM EXISTS/ A FEAST OF FRIENDS
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist? filled with 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
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 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 & 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
James Douglas Morrison
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