an american prayer

• bir jim morrison şiiri...
  fonda doorsla okunmuş hali on kaplan gucundedir
• jim morrision un şiir kitaplarından birisi
• jim’in son yaş günü olan 27. yaş gününde kaydettiği şiirlerinden oluşan bir albüm olup; grup bu şiirlerin üzerine müzik yapmıştır.
  ayrıca grup açısından kapının kırıldığı andır. yıllarca jim ve doors bir olarak anılmasına ramen albüm the doors ve jim morrison arasında kalmıştır. çünkü albümün ismi jim morrison and the doors- an amrican prayer dir..
• jim morrisonun efsanevi siir kitabinin orijinal baskisini http://www.thedoors.com/band/jim/?fa=booktour01 adresinden bulabilirsiniz. baskida jim morrison'un ciziktirdikleri^* ve fotograflari da bulunmaktadir. kacirmayiniz. albumle senkron dinlenmesi itinayla tavsiye olunur.
• 'wow, i'am sick of doubt', en carpici buldugum sozleridir bu albumun.
• aynı isimdeki albümde yer alan parça. şiir jim morrison'ın bir çocukluk anısıyla alakalıdır. morrison öldükten sonra the doors grubunun diğer üyeleri tarafından bu şiir kaydı müzikleştirilmiştir.
  
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  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 a dry blood beast
  guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
  amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen 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
  (ı 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 were promised
  where is the wine
  the new wine
  (dying on the vine)
  
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  toplam beş bölümden oluşan şiirin ilk bölümünün yarısı albümdeki parçada yer almıştır.
  devamı:
  
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  resident mockery give us an hour for magic
  we of the purple glove
  we of the starling flight & velvet hour
  we of arabic pleasure'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 & 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 ın little ways
  the things of kindness & unsporting brow
  forget & allow
  did you know freedom exists in a school book
  did you know madmen are running our prison
  w/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in 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
  we can invent kingdoms of our own
  grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
  & love we must, in beds of rust
  steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
  & muzak, am, rocks their dreams
  no black men's pride to hoist the beams
  while mocking angels sift what seems
  to be a collage of magazine dust
  scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
  this is just jail for those who must
  get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards
  while weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff
  wow, ı'm sick of doubt
  live in the light of certain
  south
  cruel bindings
  the servants have the power dog-men & their mean women
  pulling poor blankets over our sailors
  (& where were you in our lean hour)
  milking your moustache?
  or grinding a flower?
  ı'm sick of dour faces
  staring at me from the t.v.
  tower. ı 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 strange 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
  ı will not go
  prefer a feast of friends
  to the giant family
  [ıı]
  great screaming christ
  upsy-daisy
  lazy mary will get you up upon a sunday morning
  "the movie will begin in 5 moments"
  the mindless voice announced
  "all those unseated, will await the next show"
  we filed slowly, languidly into the hall. the auditorium was vast, & silent.
  as we seated & were darkened
  the voice continued:
  "the program for this evening is not new. you have seen this entertainment thru & thru.
  you've seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest
  - (did you have a good world when you died?) - enough to base a movie on?"
  an iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist.
  ı'm getting out of here
  where're you going?
  to the other side of the morning
  please don't chase the clouds
  pagodas, temples
  her cunt gripped him
  like a warm friendly hand.
  "ıt's all right.
  all your friends are here."
  when can ı meet them?
  "after you've eaten"
  ı'm not hungry
  "o, we meant beaten"
  silver stream, silvery scream,
  ımpossible concentration
  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
  ı'll always be
  a word-man
  better than a birdman
  but ı'll charge
  won't get away
  w/out lodging a dollar
  shall ı say it again
  aloud, you get the point
  no food w/out fuel's gain
  ı'll be, the irish loud
  unleashed my beak
  at peak of powers
  o girl, unleash
  your worried comb
  o worried mind
  sin in the fallen
  backwoods by the blind
  she smells debt
  on my new collar
  arrogant prose
  tied in a network of fast quest
  hence the obsession
  ıts quick to admit
  fats borrowed rhythm
  woman came between them
  women of the world unite
  make the world safe
  for a scandalous life
  hee heee
  cut your throat
  life is a joke
  your wife's in a moat
  the same boat
  here comes the goat
  blood blood blood blood
  they're making a joke
  of our universe
  [ııı]
  matchbox
  are you more real than me
  ı'll burn you, & set you free
  wept bitter tears
  excessive courtesy
  ı won't forget
  [ıv]
  a hot sick lava flowed up,
  rustling & bubbling.
  the paper-face.
  mirror-mask, ı love you mirror.
  he had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
  the lt. puzzled in again
  "ready to talk"
  "no sir" - was all he'd say.
  go back to the gym.
  very peaceful
  meditation
  air base in the desert
  looking out venetian blinds
  a plane
  a desert flower
  cool cartoon
  the rest of the world
  ıs reckless & dangerous
  look at the
  brothels
  stag films
  exploration
  [v]
  a ship leaves port
  mean horse of another thicket
  wishbone of desire
  decry the metal fox
  
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• the doors, morrison hotel, la woman gibi albümleri çok iyi müzisyenler de yapa bilir. çok iyi albümler ancak bir iyi müzisyen 15-20 yıl sonra çıkıp bu albümler gibi çok iyi albüm yapa bilir. ancak american prayer diye bir albüm var ki onu ne bir yazar ne de bir müzisyen yapa bilir. bir insanın yapa bileceğinden bile şüpheliyim. ölmeden önce mutlaka dinlenmeli 5 albüm arasına girer.
• (bkz: ghost song)
  
  “ıs everybody in? ıs everybody in? ıs everybody in? the ceremony is about to begin. the entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??”
• jim morrison'ın bu şiirini sevebilmek için yaşamak, nefes almak gerekiyor. ama insanın bu şiirden sonra da yaşayası gelmiyor. tekrar sevemem böyle.
• “o great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives”
  ve tanrı cidden de bahşetti o 1 saati ve the doors sanatını icra edip bu albümü yaptı jim öldükten sonra ve hayatımızı mükemmelleştirdi.