ghost song
Singer:doors, the
awake. shake dreams from your hair
my sweet one. choose the day and choose the sign of your day
first thing you see. a vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
couples naked race down by it's quiet side
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
the music and voices are all around us. choose they croon the ancient ones
enter again the sweet forest
everything is broken up and dances. indians scattered
on dawn's highway bleeding
ghosts crowd the young child's
this ancient and insane theater
to propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. the barns have stormed
and only one of all the rest
from the divine mockery of words
music inflames temperament. ooh great creator of being
and perfect our lives. we need great golden copulations
when the true kings murderers
a thousand magicians arise in the land
where are the feast we are promised?