1971 Elektra/Asylum records

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Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

The ceremony is about to begin.


You can't remember where it was

had this dream stopped?


Ghost Song


Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose 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 it's 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.



Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a

grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through

the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian

workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't

know what happened - but there were Indians scattered

all over the highway, bleeding to death.

So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time

I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is

like a flower, his head is just floating in the

breeze, man.

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking

back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead

Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were just

running around freaking out, and just leaped into my

soul. And they're still in there.




Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.


Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born in the birth if a nation

Blood is the rose of mysterious union

Blood on the rise, it's following me.


Indian, Indian what did you die for?

Indian says, nothing at all.


Gently they stir, gently rise

The dead are newborn awakening

With ravaged limbs and wet souls

Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement

Who called these dead to dance?

Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?

Was it the wilderness children?

Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?

I called you up to anoint the earth

I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin

I called you to wish you well

To glory in self like a new monster

And now I call you to pray



A military station in the desert.
Can we resolve the past

Lurking jaws, joints of time?

The Base

To come of age in a dry place

Holes and caves.
My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains

The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap

Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show

They gave out free records to the best couple

Sades dance best, from the hip.



The music was new

black polished chrome

And came over the summer

like liquid night.

The DJ's took pills to stay awake

and play for seven days

They went to the studio

And someone knew him

Someone knew the TV showman

He came to our homeroom party

and played records

And when he left in the hot noon sun

and walked to his car

We saw the chooks had written

F-U-C-K on his windshield

He wiped it off with a rag

and smiling cooly drove away

He's rich. Got a big car.




(Latino Chrome.)

My gang will get you

Scenes of rape in the arroyo

Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings

Fights at the food stand

The dust

the shoes

Open shirts and raised collars

Bright sculptured hair.
Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...

I show you good time.

This place has everything. C'mon...

I show you.



Angels and sailors
rich girls
backyard fences

Dreams watching each other narrowly
soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquor and clothes
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undress in the wilderness.

I will never treat you mean

Never start no kind of scene

I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer

Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over

He manouvered two girls into his hotel room

One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger

Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican

Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt

She's trying to rie

Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games

Handsome lad, dead in a car


No connections

Come 'ere

I love you

Peace on earth

Will you die for me?

Eat me

This way

The end
I'll always be true

Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe

If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up

He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt

Haven't I been through enough? she asks

Now dressed and leaving

The Spanish girl begins to bleed

She says her period

It's Catholic heaven

I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck

My chest is hard and brown

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin

We could plan a murder

Or start a religion.



I'll tell you this...

No eternal reward will forgive us now

For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused

One summer night, going to the pier

I ran into two young girls

The blonde one was called Freedom

The dark one, Enterprise

We talked and they told me this story

Now listen to this...

I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat

Soft driven, slow and mad

Like some new language

Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god

Wandering, wandering in hopless night

Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned



The movie will begin in five moments

The mindless voice announced

All those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall

The auditorium was vast and silent

As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.

The program for this evening is not new

You've seen this entertainment through and through

You've seen your birth your life and death

you might recall all of the rest

Did you have a good world when you died?

Enough to base a movie on?.

I'm getting out of here

Where are you going?

To the other side of morning

Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas

Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It's alright, all your friends are here

When can I meet them?

After you've eaten

I'm not hungry

Uh, we meant beaten

Silver stream, silvery scream

Oooooh, impossible concentration.


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


All hail the American night!

What was that?

I don't know

Sounds like guns...thunder.



(Roadhouse Blues)
...Alright! Alright! Alright!

Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! listen, man!

I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...

Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a


The most philosophical of all the signs

But anyway, I don't believe in it

I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself

But I tell you this, man, I tell you this

I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have

my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames




The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel...

He was drunk a big party last night back going back

in all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up

in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots


Lament for my cock

Sore and crucified

I seek to know you

Aquiring soulful wisdom

You can open walls of mystery


How to aquire death in the morning show

TV death which the child absorbs

Deathwell mystery which makes me write

Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry

Taught us god in the child's praye in the night
Guitar player

Ancient wise satyr

Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament

Stiffen and guide us, we frozen

Lost cells

The knowledge of cancer

To speak to the heart

And give the great gift

Words Power Trance
this stable friend and the beast of his zoo

Wild haired chicks

Women flowering in their summit

Monsters of skin

Each color connects

to create the boat

which rocks the race

Could any hell be more horrible

than now

and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled

death, old friend

death and my cock are the world

I can forgive my injuries in the name of

Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence

Words are the healing lament

For the death of my cock's spirit

Has no meaning in the soft fire

Words got me the wound and will get me well

I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock

A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night

Boys get crazy in the head and suffer

I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence



Thoughts in time and out of season

The Hitchhiker

Stood by the side of the road

And leveled his thumb

In the calm calculus of reason
Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A.

I was out on the desert for awhile

"Riders on the storm"
Yeah. In the middle of it

"Riders on the storm"

"Into this world we're born"
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem

"Into this world we're thrown"

When I was out on the desert, ya know
"Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan"

I don't know how to tell you

"Riders on the storm"

but, ah, I killed somebody

"There's a killer on the road"


"His brain is squirming like a toad"
It's no big deal, ya know

I don't think anybody will find out about it, but...

" take a long holiday"

just, ah...

"Let your children play"

this guy gave me a ride, and ah...
"If you give this man a ride"

started giving me a lot of trouble

"Sweet family will die"
and I just couldn't take it, ya know

"Killer on the road"

And I wasted him



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 teh 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 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 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 nightr 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

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



Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain


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


Elektra/Asylum records

Produced and Engineered by John Haeny
Produced and Directed by
John Densmore, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzarek
with Frank Lisciandro.

Released on vinyl 1978