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DISCID=280ae417
DTITLE=Jim Morrison The Doors / An American Prayer
TTITLE0=Awake
TTITLE1=Ghost Song
TTITLE2=Dawn's Highway
TTITLE3=Newborn Awakening
TTITLE4=To Come Of Age
TTITLE5=Black Polished Chrome
TTITLE6=Latino Chrome
TTITLE7=Angels And Sailors
TTITLE8=Stoned Immaculate
TTITLE9=The Movie
TTITLE10=Curses, Invocations
TTITLE11=American Night
TTITLE12=Roadhous Blues
TTITLE13=The World On Fire
TTITLE14=Lament
TTITLE15=The Hitchhiker
TTITLE16=An American Prayer
TTITLE17=Hour For Magic
TTITLE18=Freedom Exists
TTITLE19=A Feast Of Friends
TTITLE20=Babylon Fading
TTITLE21=Bird Of Prey
TTITLE22=The Ghost Song
EXTD=The Doors - Jim Morrison (vocals and spoken words)\n\t   Robby Kri
EXTD=eger (guitar)\n\t   Ray Manzarek (keyboards)\n\t   John Densmore (dr
EXTD=ums)\n\nPoems, lyrics & stories writen by JIM MORRISON\nProduced an
EXTD=d engineered by JOHN HAENY\nProduced and directed by JOHN DENSMOR
EXTD=E\n\t\t    ROBBY KRIEGER\n\t\t    RAY MANZAREK\n\t\t   with\n\t\t   FRANK LI
EXTD=SCIANDRO\nAssistent engineer\t   PAUL BLACK\nRemasterd by\t   PAUL A
EXTD=. ROTCHILD &\n\t\t   BRUCE BOTNICK\nElektra Entertaiment Group, a di
EXTD=vision of Warner Communication\nInc. 75 Rockefeller Plaza, New Yo
EXTD=rk, NY 10019, 345 North Maple\nDrive, Beverly Hills, CA 90210 A T
EXTD=ime Warner Company  1995\nElektra Entertaiment Group, A Division
EXTD= of Warner Communication\nInc. for the United States and  WEA Int
EXTD=ernational Inc. for the world\noutside of the United States  197
EXTD=8 Elektra Entertaiment Group,\na division of Warner Communication
EXTD= Inc. for the United States and\nWEA International Inc. for the w
EXTD=orld outside of the United States.\nAll Rights Reserved.
EXTT0=Is everybody in?\nIs everybody in?\nIs everybody in?\nThe ceremony 
EXTT0=is about to begin.\n\nWAKE UP!\n\nYou can't remember where it was\nha
EXTT0=d this dream stopped? 
EXTT1=Awake\n\nShake dreams from your hair\nMy pretty child, my sweet one
EXTT1=.\nChoose the day and choose the sign of your day\nThe day's divin
EXTT1=ity\nFirst thing you see.\n\nA vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled
EXTT1= moon\nCouples naked race down by it's quiet side\nAnd we laugh li
EXTT1=ke soft, mad children\nSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
EXTT1=\nThe music and voices are all around us.\nChoose they croon the A
EXTT1=ncient Ones\nThe time has come again\nChoose now, they croon\nBenea
EXTT1=th the moon\nBeside an ancient lake\nEnter again the sweet forest\n
EXTT1=Enter the hot dream\nCome with us\nEverything is broken up and dan
EXTT1=ces. \n\n\nIndians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding\nGhosts crow
EXTT1=d the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
EXTT2=Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a\ngrandmother and a grand
EXTT2=father - were driving through\nthe desert, at dawn, and a truck l
EXTT2=oad of Indian\nworkers had either hit another car, or just - I do
EXTT2=n't\nknow what happened - but there were Indians scattered\nall ov
EXTT2=er the highway, bleeding to death.\n\nSo the car pulls up and stop
EXTT2=s. That was the first time\nI tasted fear. I musta' been about fo
EXTT2=ur - like a child is\nlike a flower, his head is just floating in
EXTT2= the\nbreeze, man.\nThe reaction I get now thinking about it, look
EXTT2=ing\nback - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead\nIndians
EXTT2=...maybe one or two of 'em...were just\nrunning around freaking o
EXTT2=ut, and just leaped into my\nsoul. And they're still in there.
EXTT3=Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding\nGhosts crowd the yo
EXTT3=ung child's fragile eggshell mind.\n\nBlood in the streets in the 
EXTT3=town of New Haven\nBlood stains the roofs and the palm trees of V
EXTT3=enice\nBlood in my love in the terrible summer\nBloody red sun of 
EXTT3=Phantastic L.A.\n\nBlood screams her brain as they chop off her fi
EXTT3=ngers\nBlood will be born in the birth if a nation\nBlood is the r
EXTT3=ose of mysterious union\nBlood on the rise, it's following me.\n\nI
EXTT3=ndian, Indian what did you die for?\nIndian says, nothing at all.
EXTT3=\n\ngently they stir, gently rise\nThe dead are newborn awakening\nW
EXTT3=ith ravaged limbs and wet souls\nGently they sigh in rapt funeral
EXTT3= amazement\nWho called these dead to dance?\nWas it the young woma
EXTT3=n learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?\nWas it the 
EXTT3=wilderness children?\nWas it the ghost god himself, stuttering, c
EXTT3=heering, chatting blindly?\nI called you up to anoint the earth\nI
EXTT3= called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin\nI calle
EXTT3=d you to wish you well\nTo glory in self like a new monster\nAnd n
EXTT3=ow I call you to pray
EXTT4=A military station in the desert.\n\nCan we resolve the past\nLurki
EXTT4=ng jaws, joints of time?\nThe Base\nTo come of age in a dry place\n
EXTT4=Holes and caves.\n\nMy friend drove and hour each day from the mou
EXTT4=ntains\nThe bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap\nSomeon
EXTT4=e shot the bird in the afternoon dance show\nThey gave out free r
EXTT4=ecords to the best couple\nSpades dance best, from the hip. 
EXTT5=The music was new\nblack polished chrome\nAnd came over the summer
EXTT5=\nlike liquid night.\nThe DJ's took pills to stay awake\nand play f
EXTT5=or seven days\nThey went to the studio\nAnd someone knew him\nSomeo
EXTT5=ne knew the TV showman\nHe came to our homeroom party\nand played 
EXTT5=records\nAnd when he left in the hot noon sun\nand walked to his c
EXTT5=ar\nWe saw the chooks had written\nF-U-C-K on his windshield\nHe wi
EXTT5=ped it off with a rag\nand smiling cooly drove away\nHe's rich. Go
EXTT5=t a big car.
EXTT6=My gang will get you\nScenes of rape in the arroyo\nSeduction in c
EXTT6=ars, abandoned buildings\nFights at the food stand\nThe dust\nthe s
EXTT6=hoes\nOpen shirts and raised collars\nBright sculptured hair.\n\nHey
EXTT6= man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...\nI show you good tim
EXTT6=e.\nThis place has everything. C'mon...\nI show you. 
EXTT7=Angels and sailors\nrich girls\nbackyard fences\ntents\n\nDreams watc
EXTT7=hing each other narrowly\nsoft luxuriant cars\nGirls in garages, s
EXTT7=tripped\nout to get liquor and clothes\nhalf gallons of wine and s
EXTT7=ix-packs of beer\nJumped, humped, born to suffer\nmade to undress 
EXTT7=in the wilderness.\n\n\nI will never treat you mean\nNever start no 
EXTT7=kind of scene\nI'll tell you every place and person that I've bee
EXTT7=n.\n\n\nAlways a playground instructor, never a killer\nAlways a bri
EXTT7=desmaid on the verge of fame or over\nHe manouvered two girls int
EXTT7=o his hotel room\nOne a friend, the other, the young one, a newer
EXTT7= stranger\nVaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican\nPoor boys thighs and b
EXTT7=uttock scarred by a father's belt\nShe's trying to rie\nStory of h
EXTT7=er boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games\nHandsome lad, dead i
EXTT7=n a car\nConfusion\nNo connections\nCome 'ere\nI love you\nPeace on e
EXTT7=arth\nWill you die for me?\nEat me\nThis way\nThe end\n\n\nI'll always 
EXTT7=be true\nNever go out, sneaking out on you, babe\nIf you'll only s
EXTT7=how me Far Arden again.\n\n\nI'm surprised you could get it up\nHe w
EXTT7=hips her lightly, sardonically, with belt\nHaven't I been through
EXTT7= enough? she asks\nNow dressed and leaving\nThe Spanish girl begin
EXTT7=s to bleed\nShe says her period\nIt's Catholic heaven\nI have an an
EXTT7=cient Indian crucifix around my neck\nMy chest is hard and brown\n
EXTT7=Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin\nWe coul
EXTT7=d plan a murder\nOr start a religion.
EXTT8=I'll tell you this...\nNo eternal reward will forgive us now\nFor 
EXTT8=wasting the dawn.\n\nBack in those days everything was simpler and
EXTT8= more confused\nOne summer night, going to the pier\nI ran into tw
EXTT8=o young girls\nThe blonde one was called Freedom\nThe dark one, En
EXTT8=terprise\nWe talked and they told me this story\nNow listen to thi
EXTT8=s...\nI'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat\nSoft drive
EXTT8=n, slow and mad\nLike some new language\nReaching your head with t
EXTT8=he cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger\nLet me tell you about
EXTT8= heartache and the loss of god\nWandering, wandering in hopless n
EXTT8=ight\nOut here in the perimeter there are no stars\n\nOut here we i
EXTT8=s stoned\nImmaculate. 
EXTT9=The movie will begin in five moments\nThe mindless voice announce
EXTT9=d\nAll those unseated will await the next show.\n\nWe filed slowly,
EXTT9= languidly into the hall\nThe auditorium was vast and silent\nAs w
EXTT9=e seated and were darkened, the voice continued.\n\nThe program fo
EXTT9=r this evening is not new\nYou've seen this entertainment through
EXTT9= and through\nYou've seen your birth your life and death\nyou migh
EXTT9=t recall all of the rest\nDid you have a good world when you died
EXTT9=?\nEnough to base a movie on?.\n\nI'm getting out of here\nWhere are
EXTT9= you going?\nTo the other side of morning\nPlease don't chase the 
EXTT9=clouds, pagodas\n\nHer cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand
EXTT9=.\n\nIt's alright, all your friends are here\nWhen can I meet them?
EXTT9=\nAfter you've eaten\nI'm not hungry\nUh, we meant beaten\n\n\n\nSilver
EXTT9= stream, silvery scream\nOooooh, impossible concentration.
EXTT10=Curses, Invocations\nWeird bate-headed mongrels\nI keep expecting 
EXTT10=one of you to rise\nLarge buxom obese queen\nGarden hogs and cunt 
EXTT10=veterans\nQuaint cabbage saints\nShit hoarders and individualists\n
EXTT10=Drag strip officials\nTight lipped losers and\nLustful fuck salesm
EXTT10=an\nMy militant dandies\nAll strange orders of monsters\nHot on the
EXTT10= tail of the woodvine\nWe welcome you to our procession\n\nHere com
EXTT10=e the Comedians\nlook at them smile\nWatch them dance an Indian mi
EXTT10=le\nLook at them gesture\nHow aplomb\nSo to gesture everyone\nWords 
EXTT10=dissemble\nWords be quick\nWords resemble walking sticks\nPlant the
EXTT10=m they will grow\nWatch them waver so\nI'll always be a word man\nB
EXTT10=etter then a bird man
EXTT11=All hail the American night!\n\nWhat was that?\nI don't know\nSounds
EXTT11= like guns...thunder.
EXTT12=...Alright! Alright! Alright!\nHey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! 
EXTT12=listen, man!\nI don't know how many you people believe in astrolo
EXTT12=gy...\n\nYeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a\nSagit
EXTT12=tarius\nThe most philosophical of all the signs\nBut anyway, I don
EXTT12='t believe in it\nI think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself\nBut I 
EXTT12=tell you this, man, I tell you this\nI don't know what's gonna ha
EXTT12=ppen, man, but I wanna have\nmy kicks before the whole shithouse 
EXTT12=goes up in flames\nAlright!
EXTT13=The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel...\nHe was
EXTT13= drunk a big party last night back going back\nin all directions 
EXTT13=sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up\nin a good mood ag
EXTT13=ain I'm sick of these stinky boots
EXTT14=Lament for my cock\nSore and crucified\nI seek to know you\nAquirin
EXTT14=g soulful wisdom\nYou can open walls of mystery\nStripshow\n\nHow to
EXTT14= aquire death in the morning show\nTV death which the child absor
EXTT14=bs\nDeathwell mystery which makes me write\nSlow train, the death 
EXTT14=of my cock gives life\n\nForgive the poor old people who gave us e
EXTT14=ntry\nTaught us god in the child's praye in the night\n\nGuitar pla
EXTT14=yer\nAncient wise satyr\nSing your ode to my cock\n\nCaress it's lam
EXTT14=ent\nStiffen and guide us, we frozen\nLost cells\nThe knowledge of 
EXTT14=cancer\nTo speak to the heart\nAnd give the great gift\nWords Power
EXTT14= Trance\n\nthis stable friend and the beast of his zoo\nWild haired
EXTT14= chicks\nWomen flowering in their summit\nMonsters of skin\nEach co
EXTT14=lor connects\nto create the boat\nwhich rocks the race\nCould any h
EXTT14=ell be more horrible\nthan now\nand real?\n\nI pressed her thigh and
EXTT14= death smiled\n\ndeath, old friend\ndeath and my cock are the world
EXTT14=\nI can forgive my injuries in the name of\nWisdom Luxury Romance\n
EXTT14=\nSentence upon sentence\nWords are the healing lament\nFor the dea
EXTT14=th of my cock's spirit\nHas no meaning in the soft fire\nWords got
EXTT14= me the wound and will get me well\nI you believe it\n\nAll join no
EXTT14=w and lament the death of my cock\nA tounge of knowledge in the f
EXTT14=eathered night\nBoys get crazy in the head and suffer\nI sacrifice
EXTT14= my cock on the alter of silence
EXTT15=Thoughts in time and out of season\nThe Hitchhiker\nStood by the s
EXTT15=ide of the road\nAnd leveled his thumb\nIn the calm calculus of re
EXTT15=ason\n\nHi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.\nI was ou
EXTT15=t on the desert for awhile\n\n"Riders on the storm"\n\nYeah. In the 
EXTT15=middle of it\n\n"Riders on the storm"\n\nRight...\n\n"Into this world 
EXTT15=we're born"\n\nHey, listen, man, I really got a problem\n\n"Into thi
EXTT15=s world we're thrown"\n\nWhen I was out on the desert, ya know\n\n"L
EXTT15=ike a dog without a bone\nAn actor out on loan"\n\nI don't know how
EXTT15= to tell you\n\n"Riders on the storm"\n\nbut, ah, I killed somebody\n
EXTT15=\n"There's a killer on the road"\n\nNo...\n\n"His brain is squirming 
EXTT15=like a toad"\n\nIt's no big deal, ya know\nI don't think anybody wi
EXTT15=ll find out about it, but...\n\n" take a long holiday"\n\njust, ah..
EXTT15=.\n\n"Let your children play"\nthis guy gave me a ride, and ah...\n\n
EXTT15="If you give this man a ride"\n\nstarted giving me a lot of troubl
EXTT15=e\n\n"Sweet family will die"\n\nand I just couldn't take it, ya know
EXTT15=\n\n"Killer on the road"\n\nAnd I wasted him\n\nYeah 
EXTT16=Do you know the warm progress\nunder the stars?\n\nDo you know we e
EXTT16=xist?\n\nHave you forgotten the keys\nto the kingdom\n\nHave you been
EXTT16= borne yet\n& are you alive?\n\nLet's reinvent the gods, all teh my
EXTT16=ths\nof the ages\n\nCelebrate symbols from deep elder forests\n\n[Hav
EXTT16=e you forgotten the lessons\nof the ancient war]\n\nWe need great g
EXTT16=olden copulations \n\nThe fathers are cackling in trees\nof the for
EXTT16=est\n\nOur mother is dead in the sea\n\nDo you know we are being led
EXTT16= to\nslaughters by placid admirals\n\n& that fat slow generals are 
EXTT16=getting\nobscene on young blood\n\nDo you know we are ruled by T.V.
EXTT16=\n\nThe moon is dry blood beast\n\nGuerrilla bands are rolling numbe
EXTT16=rs\nin the next block of green vine\n\namassing for warfare on inno
EXTT16=cent\nherdsman who are just dying\n\nO great creator of being\n\ngran
EXTT16=t us one more hour to\nperform our art\n& perfect our lives\n\nThe m
EXTT16=oths & atheists are doubly divine\n& dying\n\nWe live, we die\n& dea
EXTT16=th not ends it\n\nJourney we more into the\nNightmare\nCling to life
EXTT16=\nOur passion'd flower\n\nCling to Cunts & cocks\nof despair\n\nWe got
EXTT16= our final vision\nby clap\n\nColumbus groin got\nfilled w/green dea
EXTT16=th\n\n(I touched her thigh\n& death smiled)\n\nWe have assembled insi
EXTT16=de this ancient\n& insane theatre\n\nTo propagate our lust for life
EXTT16=\n& flee the swarming wisdom\nof the streets\n\nThe barns are storme
EXTT16=d\n\nThe windows kept\n\n& only one of all the rest\n\nTo dance & save
EXTT16= us\n\nW/the divine mockery\nof words\n\nMusic inflames temperament\n\n
EXTT16=(When the true King's murderers\n\nare allowed to roam free\n\na 100
EXTT16=0 Magicians arise in the land)\n\nWhere are the feasts\n\nwe are pro
EXTT16=mised\n\nWhere is the wine\nThe New Wine\n(dying on the vine)
EXTT17=resident mockery\ngive us an hour for magic\nWe of the purple glov
EXTT17=e\nWe of the starling flight\n& velvet hour\nWe of arabic pleasures
EXTT17='s breed\nWe of sundome & the night\n\nGive us a creed\n\nTo believe\n
EXTT17=\nA nightr of lust\n\nGive us trust in\n\nThe Night\n\nGive of color\n\nh
EXTT17=undred hues\n\na rich mandala\n\nfor me & for you\n\n& for your silky\n
EXTT17=\npillowed house\n\na head, wisdom\n\n& a bed\n\nTroubled decree\n\nResid
EXTT17=ent mockery\n\nhas claimed thee\n\nWe used to believe\nin the good ol
EXTT17=d days\nWe still receive\nIn little ways\nThe things of Kindness\n& 
EXTT17=unsporting brow\nForget & allow
EXTT18=Did you know freedom exists\nin school books\n\nDid you know madmen
EXTT18= are\nrunning our prisons\n\nw/in a jail, w/in a gaol\nw/in a white 
EXTT18=free protestant\nmaelstrom\n\nWe're perched headlong\non the edge of
EXTT18= boredom\n\nWe're reaching for death\non the end of a candle\n\nWe're
EXTT18= trying for something\nthat's already found us
EXTT19=Wow, I'm sick of doubt\nLive in the light of certain\nsouth\n\nCruel
EXTT19= bindings\n\nThe sevants have the power\n\ndog-men & their mean wome
EXTT19=n\npulling poor blankets over\nour sailors\n\nI'm sick of dour faces
EXTT19=\nStarong at me from the T.V.\n\nTower, I want roses in\nmy garden b
EXTT19=ower; dig?\n\nRoyal babies, rubies\nmust now replace aborted\n\nStran
EXTT19=gers in the mud\n\nThese mutants, blood-meal\nfor the plant that's 
EXTT19=plowed\nthey are waiting to take us into\nthe severed garden\n\nDo y
EXTT19=ou know how pale & wanton thrillful\ncomes death on a stranger ho
EXTT19=ur\nunannounced, unplanned for\n\nlike a scaring over-friendly gues
EXTT19=t you've\nbrought to bed\n\nDeath makes angels of us all\n& gives us
EXTT19= wings\nwhere we had shoulders\nsmooth as raven's\nclaws\n\nNo more m
EXTT19=oney, no more fancy dress\nThis other kingdom seems by far the be
EXTT19=st\nuntil its other jaw reveals incest\n& loose obedience to a veg
EXTT19=etable law\n\nI will not go\nPrefer a feast of friends\nTo the Giant
EXTT19= family
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