Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song An American Prayer, artist - Jim Morrison.
Date of issue: 08.05.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
An American Prayer |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Matchbox |
Are you more real than me |
I’ll burn you, & set you free |
Wept bitter tears |
Excessive courtesy |
I won’t forget |
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 |
A ship leaves port |
Mean horse of another thicket |
Wishbone of desire |
Decry the metal fox |