An American Prayer (by James Douglas "Jim" Morrison) - Part I

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.

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Weakly Tough Cent Cracks

Music-less weeks is finally over (at least for this one)

It's the week of Soundtrack (and not)

1. Miguelito Valdes - Negra Leono

(Couldn't catch a word...Sounds stupid...Makes me like it even more. Got it from RockNRolla)

2. Nancy Sinatra - Bang, Bang

("Bang! Bang! Die, My Baby! Die!" What else to say...it's Tarantino's Kill Bill)

3. Kimya Dawson - Anthrax

(Got it from "All the Young Cults Vol. 3" compilation made by Wok "Jogja's-living-music-bank" the Rock)

4. Demi Moore - Louie, Louie

(She looked rather "mature" in this movie, Bobby. Okay, okay...she's near fifty. Still adorable nonetheless)

5. Black Strobe - I'm a Man

(A cover of Muddy Water's. Love the bass-line, a really good intro to RockNRolla)

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Now, Now, Sleep Days Off

Beware,

This lullaby is a threat

Those sheep were mine; and so were you

I wanted to count them, I was counting on you

Have I slept? I could hear the fire cracked

Something needed an assurance

And you couldn’t make a well-turned

You’ve always agreed in a full sigh

So why did you scream that high

Have I ever slept? I could hear the lullaby cracked

Into fire, into you, into anything choked my neck

No pain, no sweat, no gain, no breath

It’s a bullet you should never bite

C’mon baby light my fire

C’mon baby burst your laughter

Herby they pronounce me phony

Thereby I demand laughable irony

I held on to believe in reincarnation

It’s the last option if there’s ever a fail-safe system

No pain, no sweat, no gain, no breath

It is a bullet I should never bite

(Well, here we go again. The gibberish good-for-nothing sloppy head is back. Be cautious, it’s noxious for the able-minded)

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