The Doors - Ghost Song

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 and cooled 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 childs

Fragile eggshell mind


We have assembled inside

This ancient and insane theater

To propagate our lust for life

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets


The barns have stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

From the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament


Ooh 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 kings murderers

Are allowed to roam free

A thousand magicians arise in the land

Where are the feast we are promised?


One more thing


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 splitting headache

From which the future's made


Jim Morrison