Doors - An American Prayer/ Hour For Magic/ Freedom Exists/ A Feast Of Friends Lyrics
Do you know the warm progressUnder the stars?Do you know we exist?Have you forgotten the keysTo the kingdomHave you been borne yet& are you alive?Lets reinvent the gods,All the myths of the agesCelebrate symbols from deep elder forests[have you forgotten the lessonsOf the ancient war]We need great golden copulationsThe fathers are cackling in treesOf the forestOur mother is dead in the seaDo you know we are being led toSlaughters by placid admirals& that fat slow generals are gettingObscene on young bloodDo you know we are ruled by t.v.The moon is dry blood beastGuerrilla bands are rolling numbersIn the next block of green vineAmassing for warfare on innocentHerdsman who are just dyingO great creator of beingGrant us one more hour toPerform our art& perfect our livesThe moths & atheists are doubly divine& dyingWe live, we die& death not ends itJourney we more intoThe nightmareCling to lifeOur passiond flowerCling to cunts & *****sOf despairWe got our final visionBy clapColumbus groin gotFilled with green death(I touched her thigh & death smiled)We have assembled inside this ancient& insane theatreTo propagate our lust for lifeFlee the swarming wisdomOf the streetsThe barns are stormedThe windows kept& only one of all the restTo dance & save usWith the divine mockeryOf wordsMusic inflames temperament(when the true kings murderersAre allowed to roam freeA 1000 magicians arise in the land)Where are the feastsWe are promisedWhere is the wineThe new wine(dying on the vine)Resident mockeryGive us an hour for magicWe of the purple gloveWe of the starling flight& velvet hourWe of arabic pleasuress breedWe of sundome & the nightGive us a creedTo believeA night of lustGive us trust inThe nightGive of colorHundred huesA rich mandalaFor me & for you& for your silkyPillowed houseA head, wisdom& a bedTroubled decreeResident mockeryHas claimed theeWe used to believeIn the good old daysWe still receiveIn little waysThe things of kindness& unsporting browForget & allowDid you know freedom existsIn school booksDid you know madmen areRunning our prisonsWithin a jail, within a gaolWithin a white free protestantMaelstromWere perched headlongOn the edge of boredomWere reaching for deathOn the end of a candleWere trying for somethingThats already found usWow, Im sick of doubtLive in the light of certainSouthCruel bindingsThe sevants have the powerDog-men & their mean womenPulling poor blankets overOur sailorsIm sick of dour facesStarong at me from the t.v.Tower, I want roses inMy garden bower; dig?Royal babies, rubiesMust now replace abortedStrangers in the mudThese mutants, blood-mealFor the plant thats plowedThey are waiting to take us intoThe severed gardenDo you know how pale & wanton thrillfulComes death on a stranger hourUnannounced, unplanned forLike a scaring over-friendly guest youveBrought to bedDeath makes angels of us all& gives us wingsWhere we had shouldersSmooth as ravens clawsNo more money, no more fancy dressThis other kingdom seems by far the bestUntil its other jaw reveals incest& loose obedience to a vegetable lawI will not goPrefer a feast of friendsTo the giant family
