Morrison Jim An American Prayer Lyrics

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 and 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 a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen 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'd flower
Cling to c___s c___s of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh death smiled)
We have a__embled inside this ancient insane theatre
To propagate our l___ 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 were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)

Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of l___
love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning fight for such unusable standards
while weeping maidens show-off penury pout ravings for a mad staff

Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning
The movie will begin in 5 moments
The mindless Voice announced
All those unseated, will await The next show
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, silent.
As we seated were darkened
The Voice continued:
The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru
thru.
You've seen your birth, your life death; you might recall all of the rest
-- (did you have a good world when you died?) -- enough to base a movie on?
An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist.
I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples
Her c___ gripped him
like a warm friendly hand.
It's all right.
All your friends are here.
When can I meet them?
After you've eaten
I'm not hungry
O, we meant beaten
Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration
Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman
But I'll charge
Won't get away
w/out lodging a dollar
Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel's gain
I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers
O girl, unleash
your worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind
She smells debt
on my new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession
Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them
Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life
Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke
Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a joke
of our universe

III

Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget

A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
ready to talk
No sir -- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful
Meditation
Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert flower
cool cartoon
The rest of the World
is reckless dangerous
Look at the
brothels
Stag films
Exploration

A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox