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The ghost song
THE GHOST SONG

"The Doors" - Morrison





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 croon 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

and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

and flee the swarming wisdom

of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With the divine mockery

of words

Music inflames temperament



O great creator of being

grant us one more hour to

perform our art

and 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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