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An American PrayerIs everybody in?Is everybody in?Is everybody in?The ceremony is about to begin.Wake up!You can't remember where it wasHad this dream stopped?AwakeShake dreams from your hair, my pretty c***d, my sweet oneChoose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity,First thing you see.A vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by its quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad c***dren,Smug 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 s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding.Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and fatherAnd a Grandmother and a grandfatherWere driving through the desert at dawn.And a truck load of Indian workers hadEither hit another car, or justI don't know what happened.But, there were Indians s**tteredAll over the highway, bleeding to death.So the car pulls up and stops.That was the first timeI tasted fear.I musta' been about fourLike a c***d is like a flower,His head is just floating in the breeze, man.The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking backIs that the souls of the ghosts of those dead indiansMaybe one or two of themWere just running around, freaking outAnd just leaped into my soul.And they're still...Indians s**ttered on dawn's highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.blood in the streets in the town of new havenblood stains the roofs and the palm trees of veniceblood in my love in the terrible summerbloody red sun of phantastic L.A.blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingersblood will be born in the birth if a nationblood is the rose of mysterious unionblood on the rise, it's following me.Indian, Indian what did you die for?Indian says, nothing at all.Gently they stir, gently riseThe dead are newborn awakeningWith ravaged limbs and wet soulsGently they sigh in rapt funeral amazementWho called these dead to dance?Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?Was it the wilderness c***dren?Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?I called you up to anoint the earthI called you to announce sadness falling like burned skinI called you to wish you wellTo glory in self like a new monsterAnd now I call you to prayA military station in the desert. Can we resolve the past Lurking jaws, joints of time? The Base To come of age in a dry place Holes and caves. My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show They gave out free records to the best couple Spades dance best, from the hip.The music was new Black polished chrome And came over the summer Like liquid nightThe DJ's took pills to stay awake And play for seven daysThey went to the studio And someone knew himSomeone knew the TV showman.He came to our homeroom party And played recordsAnd when he left in the hot noon sun And walked to his carWe saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshieldHe wiped it off with a white rag And smiling coolly drove awayHe's rich, got a big carMy gang will get youScenes of **** in the arroyo.Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings,Fights at the food stand.The dust,The shoes,Open shirts and raised collars,Bright sculptured hair.Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass?C'mon...I show you good time.This place has everything.C'mon...I show you.Angels and sailorsRich girlsBackyard fencesTentsDreams watching each other narrowlySoft luxuriant carsGirls in garages, strippedOut to get liquor and clothesHalf gallons of wine and six-packs of beerJumped, humped, born to sufferMade to undress in the wilderness.I will never treat you meanNever start no kind of sceneI'll tell you every place and person that I've been.Always a playground instructor, never a güvenilir bahis killerAlways a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or overHe maneuvered two girls into his hotel roomOne a friend, the other, the young one, a newer strangerVaguely Mexican or Puerto RicanPoor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's beltShe's trying to riseStory of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death gamesHandsome lad, dead in a carConfusionNo connectionsCome 'ereI love youPeace on earthWill you die for me?Eat meThis wayThe endI'll always be trueNever go out, sneaking out on you, babeIf you'll only show me far arden again.I'm surprised you could get it upHe whips her lightly, sardonically, with beltHaven't I been through enough? she asksNow dressed and leavingThe Spanish girl begins to bleedShe says her periodIt's catholic heavenI have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neckMy chest is hard and brownLying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virginWe could plan a murderOr start a religion.I'll tell you this...No eternal reward will forgive us nowFor wasting the dawn.Back in those days everything was simpler and more confusedOne summer night, going to the pierI ran into two young girlsThe blonde one was called "Freedom"The dark one "Enterprise"We talked and they told me this storyNow listen to this...I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beatSoft driven, slow and madLike some new languageReaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messengerLet me tell you about heartache and the loss of godWandering, wandering in hopeless nightOut here in the perimeter there are no starsOut here we is stonedImmaculate.The movie will begin in five momentsThe mindless voice announcedAll those unseated will await the next show.We filed slowly, languidly into the hallThe auditorium was vast and silentAs we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.The program for this evening is not newYou've seen this entertainment through and throughYou've seen your birth your life and deathYou might recall all of the restDid you have a good world when you died?Enough to base a movie on? .I'm getting out of hereWhere are you going?To the other side of morningPlease don't chase the clouds, pagodasHer cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.It's all right, all your friends are hereWhen can I meet them?After you've eatenI'm not hungryUh, we meant beatenSilver stream, silvery screamOoh, impossible concentration.Curses, invocationsWeird bate-headed mongrelsI keep expecting one of you to riseLarge buxom obese queenGarden hogs and cunt veteransQuaint cabbage saintsShit hoarders and individualistsDrag strip officialsTight lipped losers andLustful fuck salesmanMy militant dandiesAll strange orders of monstersHot on the tail of the woodvineWe welcome you to our processionHere come the comediansLook at them smileWatch them dance an Indian mileLook at them gestureHow aplombSo to gesture everyoneWords dissembleWords be quickWords resemble walking sticksPlant them they will growWatch them waver soI'll always be a word manBetter then a bird manAll hail the American night!What was that?I don't knowSounds like guns... thunder.Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, California, The Doors!A-keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheelKeep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheelYeah, we're goin' to the roadhouseWe're gonna have a realA-good timeYeah, the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalowsYeah, the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalowsAnd that's for the peopleWho like to go down slowLet it roll, baby, rollLet it roll, baby, rollLet it roll, baby, rollLet it roll, all night longDo it, Robby, do itAll rightHey, yeahYou gotta roll, roll, rollYou gotta thrill my soul, all rightRoll, roll, roll, rollA-thrill my soulDa ga da beep a con ja choo chonHonk honk honkA don ta ee cha koo na nee chaBop a loo la ree chowBomp a kee cho ee sonk konkYeah, rideAshen lady, ashen ladyGive up your vows, give up your vowsSave our city, save our cityRight nowAnd I woke up this morning, I got a-myself a türkçe bahis beerAnd I woke up this morning, and I got a-myself a beerThe future's uncertain and the end is always nearLet it roll, baby, rollLet it roll, baby, rollLet it roll, baby, rollLet it roll, heyAll night longYikes!Alright, alright, alright. Hey listen, listen ManListen Man. I don't know how many of you people believein Astrology. Yea, that's right, that's right, Baby. I - I am a sagittarius.The most philosophical of all the signs.But anyway, I don't believe in it. I think it's a bunch of bullshit myself.But I'll tell you this, Man. I'll tell you this. I don't know what's going to happen, Man. But I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames, alright. Alright!The world on fireTaxi from AfricaThe Grand HotelHe was drunkA big party last nightBack going backIn all directions sleeping these insane hoursI'll never wake up in a good mood againI'm sick of these stinky bootsLament for my cockSore and crucifiedI seek to know youAcquiring soulful wisdomYou can open walls of mysteryStripshowHow to acquire death in the morning showTV death which the c***d absorbsDeath-well mystery which makes me writeSlow train, the death of my cock gives lifeForgive the poor old people who gave us entryTaught us god in the c***d's prayer in the nightGuitar playerAncient wise satyrSing your ode to my cockCaress it's lamentStiffen and guide us, we frozenLost cellsThe knowledge of cancerTo speak to the heartAnd give the great giftWords Power TranceThis stable friend and the b**st of his zooWild haired chicksWomen flowering in their summitMonsters of skinEach color connectsTo create the boatWhich rocks the raceCould any hell be more horribleThan nowAnd real?I pressed her thigh and death smiledDeath, old friendDeath and my cock are the worldI can forgive my injuries in the name ofWisdom Luxury RomanceSentence upon sentenceWords are the healing lamentFor the death of my cock's spiritHas no meaning in the soft fireWords got me the wound and will get me wellI you believe itAll join now and lament the death of my cockA tongue of knowledge in the feathered nightBoys get crazy in the head and sufferI sacrifice my cock on the alter of silenceThoughts in time and out of seasonThe Hitchhiker stood by the side of the roadAnd leveled his thumbIn the calm calculus of reason.Hi. How you doin'?I just got back into townL.A.?I was out on the desert for a while."Riders on the storm"Yeah.Oh.In the middle of it."Riders on the storm"Right..."Into this world we're born"Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem"Into this world we're thrown"When I was out on the desert,Ya know"Like a dog without a boneAn actor out on loan"I don't know how to tell you"Riders on the storm"But, ah,I killed somebody"There's a killer on the road"No..."His brain is squirming like a toad"It's no big deal, ya knowI don't think anybody will find out about it,"Take a long holiday"But just, ah..."Let your c***dren play"Ya know,This guy gave me a ride,And I"If you give this man a ride"Started giving me a lot of trouble and I just"Sweet family will die"Couldn't take it, ya know"Killer on the road"Wasted."Yeah"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