An American Prayer / Hour For Magic / Freedom Exists / A Feast Of Friends Lyrics - The Doors

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 teh 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 dry blood beast 

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers 

in the next block of green vine 

amassing for warfare on innocent 

herdsman 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 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 pleasures's breed 

We of sundome & the night 

Give us creed 

To believe 

A nightr of lust 

Give us trust in 

The Night 

Give of color 

hundred hues 

a rich mandala 

for me & for 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 school books 

Did you know madmen are 

running our prisons 

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 

Wow, I'm sick of doubt 

Live in the light of certain 

south 

Cruel bindings 

The sevants have the power 

dog-men & their mean women 

pulling poor blankets over 

our sailors 

I'm sick of dour faces 

Starong 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 stranger 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 

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