Interpret:

Doors, The

Album:

An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress 
under the stars? 


Do you know we exist? 


Have you forgotten the keys 
to the kingdom 


Have you been borne yet 
& are you alive? 


Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths 
of the ages 


Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests 


[Have you forgotten the lessons 
of the ancient war] 


We need great golden copulations 


The fathers are cackling in trees 
of the forest 


Our mother is dead in the sea 


Do you know we are being led to 
slaughters by placid admirals 


& that fat slow generals are getting 
obscene on young blood 


Do you know we are ruled by T.V. 


The moon is dry blood beast 


Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers 
in the next block of green vine 


amassing for warfare on innocent 
herdsman who are just dying 


O great creator of being 


grant us one more hour to 
perform our art 
& perfect our lives 


The moths & atheists are doubly divine 
& dying 


We live, we die 
& death not ends it 


Journey we more into the 
Nightmare 
Cling to life 
Our passion's flower 


Cling to Cunts & cocks 
of despair 


We got our final vision 
by clap 


Columbus groin got 
filled w/green death 


(I touched her thigh 
& death smiled) 


We have assembled inside this ancient 
& insane theater 


To propagate our lust for life 
& 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 


(When the true King's murderers 


are allowed to roam free 


a 1000 Magicians arise in the land) 


Where are the feasts 


we are promised 


Where is the wine 
The New Wine 
(dying on the vine) 
resident mockery 
give us an hour for magic 
We of the purple glove 
We of the starling flight 
& velvet hour 
We of Arabic pleasure's breed 
We of sundome & the night 


Give us a creed 


To believe 


A night of lust 


Give us trust in 


The Night 


Give of color 


hundred hues 


a rich mandala 


for me & for you 


& for your silky 


pillowed house 


a head, wisdom 


& a bed 


Troubled decree 


Resident mockery 


has claimed thee 


We used to believe 


in the good old days 


We still receive 


In little ways 


The things of Kindness 


& unsporting brow 


Forget & allow 


Did you know freedom exists 
in school books 


Did you know madmen are 
running our prisons 


w/in a jail, w/in a gaol 
w/in a white free protestant 
maelstrom 


We're perched headlong 
on the edge of boredom 


We're reaching for death 
on the end of a candle 


We're trying for something 
that's already found us 


Wow, I'm sick of doubt 
Live in the light of certain 
south 


Cruel bindings 


The servants have the power 


dog-men & their mean women 
pulling poor blankets over 
our sailors 


I'm sick of dour faces 
Starong at me from the T.V. 


Tower, I want roses in 
my garden bower; dig? 


Royal babies, rubies 
must now replace aborted 


Strangers in the mud 


These mutants, blood-meal 
for the plant that's plowed 
they are waiting to take us into 
the severed garden 


Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful 
comes death on a stranger hour 
unannounced, unplanned for 


like a scaring over-friendly guest you've 
brought to bed 


Death makes angels of us all 
& gives us wings 
where we had shoulders 
smooth as raven's 
claws 


No more money, no more fancy dress 
This other kingdom seems by far the best 
until its other jaw reveals incest 
& loose obedience to a vegetable law 


I will not go 
Prefer a feast of friends 
To the Giant family