An American Prayer Lyrics - American Prayer - Jim Morrison & The Doors

[I] 

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? 

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 

Guerilla 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 gaol, w/in 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 

We can invent Kingdoms of our own 

Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust 

& love we must, in beds of rust 

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 

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 unusable standards 

While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff 

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 

(& where were you in our lean hour) 

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? 

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 strange hour 

Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed 

Death makes angels 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 

[II] 

Great screaming Christ 

Upsy-daisy 

Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning 

"The movie will begin in 5 moments" 

The mindless Voice announced 

"All those unseated, will await The next show" 

We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, & silent. 

As we seated & were darkened 

The Voice continued: 

"The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru. 

You've seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest 

- (did you have a good world when you died?) - enough to base a movie on?" 

An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist. 

I'm getting out of here 

Where're you going? 

To the other side of the morning 

Please don't chase the clouds 

Pagodas, temples 

Her cunt gripped him 

Like a warm friendly hand. 

"It's all right. 

All your friends are here." 

When can I meet them? 

"After you've eaten" 

I'm not hungry 

"O, we meant beaten" 

Silver stream, silvery scream, 

Impossible concentration 

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 birdman 

But I'll charge 

Won't get away 

W/out lodging a dollar 

Shall I say it again 

Aloud, you get the point 

No food w/out fuel's gain 

I'll be, the irish loud 

Unleashed my beak 

At peak of powers 

O girl, unleash 

Your worried comb 

O worried mind 

Sin in the fallen 

Backwoods by the blind 

She smells debt 

On my new collar 

Arrogant prose 

Tied in a network of fast quest 

Hence the obsession 

Its quick to admit 

Fats borrowed rhythm 

Woman came between them 

Women of the world unite 

Make the world safe 

For a scandalous life 

Hee Heee 

Cut your throat 

Life is a joke 

Your wife's in a moat 

The same boat 

Here comes the goat 

Blood Blood Blood Blood 

They're making a joke 

Of our universe 

[III] 

Matchbox 

Are you more real than me 

I'll burn you, & set you free 

Wept bitter tears 

Excessive courtesy 

I won't forget 

[IV] 

A hot sick lava flowed up, 

Rustling & bubbling. 

The paper-face. 

Mirror-mask, I love you mirror. 

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs. 

The LT. puzzled in again 

"ready to talk" 

"No sir" - was all he'd say. 

Go back to the gym. 

Very peaceful 

Meditation 

Air base in the desert 

Looking out venetian blinds 

A plane 

A desert flower 

Cool cartoon 

The rest of the World 

Is reckless & dangerous 

Look at the 

Brothels 

Stag films 

Exploration 

[V] 

A ship leaves port 

Mean horse of another thicket 

Wishbone of desire 

Decry the metal fox