[93] 75. Jim Morrison - An American Prayer

[1993] 75. Jim Morrison - An American Prayer 

Jim Morrison - An American Prayer ('78) 

1. Awake [0:35] 

2. Ghost Song [2:50] 

3. Dawn's Highway [1:21] 

4. Newborn Awakening [2:26] 

5. TO COME OF AGE [1:01] 

6. Black Polished Chrome [1:07] 

7. Latino Chrome [2:14] 

8. Angels And Sailors [2:46] 

9. Stoned Immaculate [1:33] 

THE POET'S DREAMS 

10. The Movie [1:35] 

11. Curses, Invocations [1:57] 

WORLD ON FIRE 

12. American Night [0:28] 

13. Roadhouse Blues [5:53] 

14. The World Is On Fire [1:06] 

15. Lament [2:18] 

16. The Hitchhiker [2:15] 

17. AN AMERICAN PRAYER [3:04] 

18. Hour For Magic [1:17] 

19. Freedom Exists [0:20] 

20. A Feast Of Friends [2:10] 

21. Babylon Fading [1:40] 

22. Bird Of Prey [1:03] 

23. The Ghost Song [5:15] 

Jim Morrison - vocals & spoken words 

Robby Krieger - guitar 

Ray Manzarek - Keyboards 

John Densmore - drums 

17. AN AMERICAN PRAYER 

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? 

Do you know we exist? 

Have you forgotten the keysto the Kingdom 

Have you been born 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 

Guerrilla 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 

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 

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 

fro 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 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