An American Prayer Hour For Magic Freedom Exists A Feast Of Friends Lyrics by Doors, The

An American Prayer Hour For Magic Freedom Exists A Feast Of Friends 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 the 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 with 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


    With 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 night 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
    Within a jail, within a gaol
    Within 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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