Newborn Awakening - American Prayer, The doors
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair,
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day's divinity,
first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and the voices are all around us.
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside the 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 child's fragile eggshell mind.
The Movie, American Prayer, The Doors
The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.
The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?.
I'm getting out of here
Where are you going?
To the other side of morning
Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It's alright, all your friends are here
When can I meet them?
After you've eaten
I'm not hungry
Uh, we meant beaten
Silver stream, silvery scream
Oooooh, impossible concentration.
I could soooo go on....but I won`t! :P
Venusxxx
He did know what to say at the Munch when we opened the connecting door between our rooms 
