The 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 days divinity, first thing you see a vast radiant beach and cool jewelled moon couples naked race down by its quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children, smugged in the woolly cotton brains of infancy the music and voices with 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 indian scattered on dawns highway bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshelled mind we have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre to propagate our lust for life and flee the swarm of wisdoms restraints the barns are stormed, the windows kept and only one of all the rest can dance and save us from the divine mockery of words music inflames temperament oh, great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives we need great golden copulations when a true kings murderer has been allowed to roam free a thousand magicians arise in the land where are the feasts we were promised? The Doors - Ghost Song (Music Video) - YouTube youtube/watch?v=Y3Ja7wDuY9o Artista: The Doors
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 20:40:47 +0000
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