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Supernova
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Jim Morrison's An American Prayer 1
#3424679 - 11/29/04 07:09 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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If you haven't before, get a copy of Jim Morrison's An American Prayer and listen to it while tripping. It's a trip.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Supernova]
#3424846 - 11/29/04 07:36 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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i second that
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Supernova]
#3425041 - 11/29/04 08:05 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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oh god yeah, I listened to that my first trip, out of this world.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: gdman]
#3425541 - 11/29/04 10:03 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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yes yes! an amazing album....
so SO many wonderful parts to it the whole things is trip, in itself!
while tripping, it takes you in an awesome story.
"F-U-C-K on his windshield"
WAKE UP!!!!
everything is broke up, in dances
we could plan a murder, or start a religion...
BEAUTIFUL album. a must have.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: dr_gonz]
#3427033 - 11/30/04 08:32 AM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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Yea same here downloading now.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: sublime40oz]
#3429565 - 11/30/04 07:23 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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if thast how you get your music, than DO IT!
it is a must have if you love any of these things:
The Doors/Jim Morrison Raw Poetry Porno Grooves Psychedelics Storytelling Albums Books on Tape Rock N Roll History Non Asparin Pain Releivers (ie, drugs that are not asparin)
aww yeah.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Todcasil] 1
#3429857 - 11/30/04 08:45 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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"AN AMERICAN PRAYER" Lyrics Awake Ghost Song
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.
WAKE UP!
You can't remember where it was had this dream stopped?
AWAKE
Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose 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 it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are 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. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
DAWN'S HIGHWAY
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't know what happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man.
The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all.
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NEWBORN AWAKENING
gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call you to pray
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TO COME OF AGE
A 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.
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BLACK POLISHED CHROME (Latino Chrome.)
The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days They went to the studio
And someone knew him Someone knew the TV showman He came to our homeroom party and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag and smiling cooly drove away He's rich. Got a big car.
My gang will get you Scenes of rape 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.
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ANGELS AND SAILORS
Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents
Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor and clothes half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer Jumped, humped, born to suffer made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been through enough? she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.
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STONED IMMACULATE
I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
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THE MOVIE
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.
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CURSES, INVOCATION
Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
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 then a bird man
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AMERICAN NIGHT
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns...thunder.
(Roadhouse Blues)
...Alright! Alright! Alright!
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...
Yeah, 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 tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have
my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Alright!
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THE WORLD ON FIRE
The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel... He was drunk a big party last night back going back in all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots
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LAMENT
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's praye in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
this stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
death, old friend
death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
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THE HTCHHIKER
Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.
I was out on the desert for awhile
"Riders on the storm"
Yeah. 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 bone
An 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 know
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but...
" take a long holiday"
just, ah...
"Let your children play"
this guy gave me a ride, and ah...
"If you give this man a ride"
started giving me a lot of trouble
"Sweet family will die"
and I just couldn't take it, ya know
"Killer on the road"
And I wasted him
Yeah
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AN AMERICAN PRAYER/ HOUR FOR MAGIC/ FREEDOM EXISTS/ A FEAST OF FRIENDS
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 & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh 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 dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman 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 Cunts & cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus groin got filled w/green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust 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 are promised
Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A nightr of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me & for you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists in school books
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol w/in a white free protestant maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us
Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain south
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed they are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a stranger hour unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the Giant family
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Supernova]
#3430143 - 11/30/04 09:42 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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I got this CD. I haven't heard it trippin though.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Supernova]
#3430215 - 11/30/04 10:00 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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yea... american prayer is a good cd.. just incase you didnt know, jim didnt have anything to do with the actual editing/creating of that album. i believe it was made and released in 78 or so... they just meshed some of his spoken word poetry with some electronic sounds and added some doors songs. it still ranks up there with the other actual doors albums for me though
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Supernova]
#3430315 - 11/30/04 10:23 PM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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I was tripping while listening to it this one time. There's a part that has a recording of people argueing or something. I forgot that the cd was on, and thought that people were actually outside argueing.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Learyfan]
#3432317 - 12/01/04 10:55 AM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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I think jim recorded the whole thing as spoken word and gave the doors a book of it then later they must have took the words, added music and released it. At least thats what the film suggests, good film btw definutly recommend it
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Zirus666]
#3432449 - 12/01/04 11:32 AM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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yes thats what happened! it was a spoken word album and then the remaining doors put some tunes to it. my favorite part is "the movie", but the whole thing is aweosme... be prepared for an .... "interesting" trip if you listen to this after consumption
-------------------- Men look at themselves and they see flawed humans, we look at women and we see perfect GODDESSES Women look at themselves and they seem utterly human, when looking at men they see proud GODS. ~Casil
Edited by Todcasil (12/01/04 11:35 AM)
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: Todcasil]
#3432501 - 12/01/04 11:49 AM (19 years, 3 months ago) |
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The Doors are great to trip to. Was on some really great cid and had the doors on, Jims voice and the music sound so much better, I also have 2 DVD's of Live footage, also great to watch/hear the Doors. I like to turn all the lights off and turn on my cd player and listen to The Doors.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: dr_gonz]
#12900119 - 07/14/10 08:26 PM (13 years, 8 months ago) |
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lament from my cock soar and crucified I seek to know you acquiring soulful wisdom you can open walls of mystery strip show
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: dr_gonz]
#12900838 - 07/14/10 11:04 PM (13 years, 8 months ago) |
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it is so good to see some appreciation for this truly great artist
I don't know how to elaborate properly. Just listen, and if you think you've heard it, listen again, because there is still so much more to hear in the same works.
perhaps the same could be said of all art, but not always to the extent of work like the Doors/Jim which is true magic.
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Re: Jim Morrison's An American Prayer [Re: dr_gonz]
#12901048 - 07/15/10 12:07 AM (13 years, 8 months ago) |
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Ha, I forgot all about being freaked out that one time by the people arguing. Good bump, Gonz.
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