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 in a cool 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 moon, 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 & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for live
& 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
Oh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to perform our art
& Perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
(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
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One more thing
(In that case you're on)
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 splity headache
From wich the future's made
The Doors
