Awake.

Shake dreams for 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 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.

Indians scattered on
Dawn's highway bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the young child's
Fragile egg-shell mind.


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    General CommentThis song is awesome but it doesn't have all the lyrics, here are the rest:

    We have assembled inside,
    This ancient and insane theater
    To propagate our lust for 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.

    Ooh 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 feast we are promised?

    One more thing

    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's made
    tick5tockon December 20, 2007   Link
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    General Commenthere is the whole song


    Awake
    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 cool jeweled moon
    Couples naked race down by its quiet side
    And we laugh like soft, mad children,
    Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy.
    The music and voices with 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.
    Indian scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.
    Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
    We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
    to propagate our lust for life and flee the swarm of wisdom's restraints.
    The barns are stormed, the windows kept
    And only one of all the rest
    Can 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 make great golden combinations.
    When a true king's murderer has been allowed to roam free
    A thousand magicians arise in the land.
    Where are the feasts we were promised?

    (After a few seconds in the end of the recording Jim says:
    "Thank you oh lord for the white blind light
    Thank you oh lord for the white blind light
    a city will rise from the sea
    I had a splitting headache
    from which the futures made")
    dazedanconfuzed3on April 17, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"Indian's scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
    Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind"

    Jim's very own explanation of this verse:

    "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 Indian's 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."

    I think this is one of the most beautiful songs/poems I've ever heard.
    Crimsonicityon June 11, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentin the movie the doors, this is the scene for the opening credits, which is how i inferred the meaning of the song. thanx for posting this extra info, tho
    fixerupperon June 22, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentShake dreams from your hair

    Wow.
    mrs-mojo-risinon October 25, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song isn't about Jim's obsession with Indians or whatever. It was more about his younger days in college and how he used to just wander off for days. He would find women and he would get high and just live. It's about not worrying but still having to live your life.
    doyoucravedisorderon November 05, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis is actually called The Ghost Song, not Ghost Song. I didn't see it, so I posted it, sorry.

    Anyway, this is a great song.
    Philadelphia Eagleson November 08, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Commentindians schmindians, its supposedly the ghosts of people passed telling us how to live. from birth -shake dreams from you hair, my pretty child- 2 life - the music and voices are all around us- 2 death -enter again the sweet forest, the hot dream, come with us-
    its the ghosts giving the living guidance and the final line is their advice on being human -- we're the only intelligent species that can delineate the finite in the infinite, aka
    everything in life is broken up and dances

    my opinion, morrison "the shaman" communicating w/ the spirit world, who tell us to chill everything in life is just dancing

    either way a badass song that gives me goosebumples when im hi.
    theRickon December 20, 2004   Link
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    General CommentPhiladelphia Eagles, not really actually. it's called Ghost Song/The Ghost Song. they're two different songs but they have the same lyrics.

    The only difference is that one is at the beginning of the album and one is at the end. and The Ghost song ends with:
    "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"

    Ghost song goes into Dawn's Highway
    Jayhooon December 21, 2004   Link
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    General Commenti love this song, i agree with the first post that i too love the music in the backround and i love the poetry to it. its so great!
    Other_Worldlyon February 05, 2005   Link

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