Ghost Song

The Doors2007年9月25日


Ghost Song - The Doors (大門樂隊)



Shake dreams your hair my pretty child my sweet one

Choose the day choose the sign of your day the day's divinity

First thing you see


A vast radiant beach and cool jewelled moon


Couples naked race down by it's 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 swollen wisdom of the streets


The barns are stormed the windows kept

And only one of all the rest

Can dance and save us from 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 king's murderers are allowed to roam free

A thousand magicians arise in land


Where are the feasts we were promised