Awake Lyrics - American Prayer - Jim Morrison & The Doors

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 and 

cooled jeweled moon 

Couples naked race down 

by it's 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 and insane theater 

To propagate our lust for our life, 

And flee the swarming 

wisdom of the streets. 

The barns have stormed 

The windows kept, 

And only one of all the rest 

To dance and save us 

From the divine mockery of words, 

Music inflames temperament. 

Ooh great creator of being 

Grant us one more hour, 

To perform our art 

And perfect our lives. 

We need great golden copulations, 

When the true kings murders 

Are allowed to roam free, 

A thousand magicians arise in the land 

Where are the feast we are promised? 

One more thing 

Thank you oh lord 

For the white blind light 

Thank you oh lord 

For the white blind light 

A city rises from the sea 

I had a splitting headache 

From which the future's made