The Doors

Letra de The Ghost Song

Letras de The Doors

"The 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 and cooled 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.
 Indians scattered, 
 On dawn's highway bleeding
 Ghosts crowd the young child’s, 
 Fragile eggshell mind
 We have assembled inside, 
 This ancient and insane theater
 To propagate our lust for our life, 
 And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
 The barns have stormed 
 The windows kept,
 And only one of all the rest 
 To dance and save us 
 From the divine mockery of words,
 Music inflames temperament. 
 Oh great creator of being 
 Grant us one more hour,  
 To perform our art 
 And perfect our lives. 
 We need great golden copulations,
 When the true kings murderers 
 Are allowed to roam free,
 A thousand magicians arise in the land 
 Where are the feasts we are promised?
 One more thing
 (in that case, you're on . . .)
 Thank you oh lord
 For the white blind light
 Thank you oh lord
 For the white blind light
 A city rises from the sea
 I had a splitting headache
 From which the future is made.