Doors An American Prayer - Hour For Magic - Freedom Exis Lyrics

An American Prayer - Hour For Magic - Freedom Exis Lyrics

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 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