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An American Prayer
By Jim Morrison, has anyone lisented to it, i think its fantastic, been playing it all day today.
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never heard it , isnt it his poetry.
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i only listen to comptons most wanted. all other MuSic SuxxXXs! :))))) :0
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Jim Morrison was a true musical genius
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not my cup of tea, got a bit too wasted for me to appreciate it
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The Doors were my first favorite Rock band..Kudos to Jim!
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never heard it,u have any link to download it ?
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the doors were amazing - jim morrison wouldnt have been fartdust without the other three. fuckin one in a billion when 4 people made for each other get together like that.
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its cool, ive been wrong before too! ;) |
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an american prayer is a cool album dude not heard it for ages |
Is this another Josh Groban type of music?
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American Prayer was released several years after Jim Morrison died in Paris. It is unlike any other Doors album.
http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/...CLZZZZZZZ_.jpg It is both beautiful and haunting, lucid and psychedelic, and full of love and pain. A fitting final testament to Jim Morrison... http://home.hia.no/~tovei04/bilder/j...son%20copy.jpg Some lyrics/poems: CURSES, INVOCATIONS Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters Hot on the tail of the woodvine We welcome you to our procession 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 then a bird man AN AMERICAN PRAYER - HOUR FOR MAGIC * FREEDOM EXISTS * A FEAST OF FRIENDS 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 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 wisdomof 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 creed To believe A night of lust Give us trust in The Night Give us 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 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 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 ----- ADG Webmaster |
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Glad you think so but you're wrong. Sure Krieger had a unique sound but without Morrison we would have never heard of him. Matter of fact none of them would have done anything without Morrison and they havent done anything since he died except ride his coat tail by putting out a dozen greatest hits albums since 1973. Seems every few years when they get low on cash they throw together another greatest hits album. Talent wise they were a step above studio musicians. Morrison was The Doors, plain and simple. |
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krieger had a unique sound! yea! he was a badass! so was densmore - studio musicians? please - there are a million studio musicians who can play better than krieger or densmore or manzarek or anyone for that matter but its creativity and "click" that made them the doors :2 cents: anyone who likes american prayer - recommended reading - arthur rimbaud - morrison was heavily influenced by rimbaud. YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!!!! |
You might digg this Batts: http://www.soundboard.com/sb/jimmorrison.aspx
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Awake shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and 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 its 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. The man was a fucking genius! And yes, he wouldn't be what he was without the other doors just like they're nothing much without him........ or his words. |
Yep I bought the cd some 10 years ago, still have it, still love it.
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One of my all time favorite Doors tunes...and yes, it was chemistry:
CRYSTAL SHIP Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again, we'll meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, I'll drop a line ADG Webmaster |
Used to listen to that album a real lot. haven't thought of it in years. i'll give it a listen again.
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I was just rattling your cage dude. Seriously I love The Doors. 25 years ago I was totally into them and there were plenty of times of smoking weed and listening the The End in the dark at 3AM. |
Of course discussion of Jim Morrison is complete without reference to what most would agree was his signature song.
The End This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end |
I am the lizard king. I can do anything.
- Jim Morrison ADG Webmaster |
I used to post in threads like this. 2hp |
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The Morrison lines I quoted to my wife during my proposal to her: I found an island in your arms A country in your eyes ADG Webmaster |
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Love is feeling, feeling love Love is wanting to be loved Love is touch, touch is love Love is reaching, reaching love Love is asking to be loved Love is you You and me Love is knowing we can be Love is free, free is love Love is living, living love Love is needed to be loved - John Lennon ADG Webmaster |
Never heard, sorry:(
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