# a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Doors
- 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 c***s & 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