[ti:The Ghost Song]
[ar:Jim Morrison]
[al: An American Prayer]
[offset:-500]
[00:18.85]Awake
[00:22.31]Shake dreams from your hair
[00:24.11]My pretty child, my sweet one
[00:26.05]Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
[00:28.55]The day divinity
[00:30.71]First thing you see
[00:32.08]
[00:38.56]A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
[00:44.01]Couples naked race down by it quiet side
[00:49.46]And we laugh like soft, mad children
[00:52.71]Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
[00:57.58]The music and voices are all around us
[01:00.96]
[01:18.53]Choose they croon the ancient ones
[01:20.90]The time has come again
[01:22.35]Choose now, they croon
[01:24.03]Beneath the moon
[01:25.23]Beside an ancient lake
[01:27.50]Enter again the sweet forest
[01:30.04]Enter the hot dream
[01:31.51]Come with us
[01:33.16]Everything is broken up and dances
[01:34.86]
[02:29.63]Indians scattered
[02:30.96]On darms highway bleeding
[02:32.96]Ghosts crowd the young child,
[02:35.09]Fragile eggshell mind
[02:40.80]We have assembled inside,
[02:42.42]This ancient and insane theater
[02:44.19]To propagate our lust for our life,
[02:46.69]And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
[02:56.09]The barns have stormed
[02:57.39]The windows kept,
[02:58.82]And only one of all the rest
[02:59.90]To dance and save us
[03:01.50]From the divine mockery of words,
[03:03.92]Music inflames temperament.
[03:22.45]Ooh great creator of being
[03:23.99]Grant us one more hour,
[03:25.62]To perform our art
[03:27.01]And perfect our lives.
[03:33.07]We need great golden copulation,
[03:44.44]When true kings murders
[03:46.33]Are allowed to roam free,
[03:47.84]A thousand musicians arise from the land
[03:55.60]Where are the feast we are promised?
[03:58.98]
[04:41.30]One more thing
[04:48.29]
[04:53.98]Thank you oh lord
[04:56.77]For the white blind light
[04:59.06]Thank you oh lord
[05:01.19]For the white blind light
[05:03.36]A city rises from the sea
[05:08.19]I had a splitting headache
[05:11.28]From witch the feature is maid