THE DOORS LYRICS - An American Prayer / Hour For Magic / Freedom Exists / A Feast Of Friends

"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?



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 a 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