Friday, April 17, 2009

Music inflames temperament

Previously I have posted parts of this poem. I really like reading it and enjoy Jim Morrison's work.

I have been told by a few friends not to listen or read him when my mood gets blue, but it's strange... I seem drawn to his work when I AM blue. Go figure...

So today, I read during my lunch. It called to me.

This is the complete poem entitled "An American Prayer", which is but a small part of the album of the same name. (see track listing below)

*Note~ Not all the poem appears on the album*

Background on the album: "
In 1978, seven years after Jim Morrison died and five years after the remaining members of the band broke up, Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger, and John Densmore reunited and recorded backing tracks over Morrison's poetry (originally recorded in a poetry session, in 1969). Other pieces of music and spoken word recorded by the Doors and Morrison were also used in the audio collage, such as dialogue from Morrison's film HWY and snippets from jam sessions. The album received mixed reviews and still divides critics, yet it has managed a platinum certification in the US, placing it roughly as high in US sales as most of the Doors' studio albums (only The Doors and L.A. Woman are so far multi-platinum)."[1]

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Track Listing

1. "Awake" – 0:36
2. "Ghost Song" (edit) – 2:50
3. "Dawn's Highway" – 1:21
4. "Newborn Awakening" – 2:26
To Come of Age
5. "To Come of Age" – 1:01
6. "Black Polished Chrome" – 1:07
7. "Latino Chrome" – 2:14
8. "Angels and Sailors" – 2:46
9. "Stoned Immaculate" – 1:33
The Poet's Dream
10. "The Movie" – 1:35
11. "Curses, Invocations" – 1:57
World on Fire
12. "American Night" – 0:28
13. "Roadhouse Blues" – 5:53
14. "The World On Fire" – 1:06
15. "Lament" – 2:18
16. "The Hitchhiker" – 2:15
An American Prayer
17. "An American Prayer" – 3:04

18. "Hour For Magic" – 1:17

19. "Freedom Exists" – 0:20

20. "A Feast Of Friends" – 2:10 (also known as "The Severed Garden")

Bonus tracks:
21. "Babylon Fading" – 1:40
22. "Bird Of Prey" – 1:03
23. "The Ghost Song" (Extended Version) – 5:16 (There's a "hidden track" 34 seconds after the fade-out.)


An American Prayer

by James Douglas Morrison


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 the myths

of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons

of the ancient war]

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 a dry blood beast

Guerilla bands are rolling numbers

in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen

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


Cling to life

our passion'd flower

Cling to c**ts & 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 were 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 pleasure's breed

We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A night of Lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

hundred hues

a rich Mandala

for me & 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 a school book

Did you know madmen are

running our prison

w/in a jail, w/in a gaol

w/in a white free protestant


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

We can invent Kingdoms of our own

grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust

& love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams

& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams

No black men's pride to hoist the beams

while mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust

Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust

This is just jail for those who must

get up in the morning & fight for such

unusable standards

while weeping maidens

show-off penury & pout

ravings for a mad


Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain


Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

dog-men & their mean women

pulling poor blankets over

our sailors

(& where were you in our

lean hour)

Milking your moustache?

or grinding a flower?

I'm sick of dour faces

Staring 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 strange 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


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


Great screaming Christ


Lazy Mary will get you up

upon a Sunday morning

"The movie will begin in 5 moments"

The mindless Voice announced

"All those unseated, will await

The next show"

We filed slowly, languidly

into the hall. The auditorium

was vast, & silent.

As we seated & were darkened

The Voice continued:

"The program for this evening

is not new. You have seen

This entertainment thru & thru.

You've seen your birth, your

life & death; you might recall

all of the rest -- (did you

have a good world when you

died?) -- enough to base

a movie on?"

An iron chuckle rapped our

minds like a fist.

I'm getting out of here

Where're you going?

To the other side of the morning

Please don't chase the clouds

pagodas, temples

Her c**t gripped him

like a warm friendly


"It's all right.

All your friends are here."

When can I meet them?

"After you've eaten"

I'm not hungry

"O, we meant beaten"

Silver stream, silvery scream,

impossible concentration

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 than a birdman

But I'll charge

Won't get away

w/out lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again

aloud, you get the point

No food w/out fuel's gain

I'll be, the irish loud

unleashed my beak

at peak of powers

O girl, unleash

your worried comb

O worried mind

Sin in the fallen

Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt

on my new collar

Arrogant prose

Tied in a network of fast quest

Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit

Fats borrowed rhythm

Woman came between them

Women of the world unite

Make the world safe

For a scandalous life

Hee Heee

Cut your throat

Life is a joke

Your wife's in a moat

The same boat

Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood

They're making a joke

of our universe



Are you more real than me

I'll burn you, & set you free

Wept bitter tears

Excessive courtesy

I won't forget


A hot sick lava flowed up,

Rustling & bubbling.

The paper-face.

Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.

The LT. puzzled in again

"ready to talk"

"No sir" -- was all he'd say.

Go back to the gym.

Very peaceful


Air base in the desert

looking out venetian blinds

a plane

a desert flower

cool cartoon

The rest of the World

is reckless & dangerous

Look at the


Stag films



A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket

wishbone of desire

decry the metal fox

(Copyright 1990 by Wilderness Publications)

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