The Ghost Song - Jim Morrison.lrc

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[00:18.85]Awake
[00:22.31]Shake dreams from your hair
[00:24.11]My pretty child, my sweet one
[00:26.05]Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
[00:28.55]The day divinity
[00:30.71]First thing you see
[00:32.08]
[00:38.56]A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
[00:44.01]Couples naked race down by it quiet side
[00:49.46]And we laugh like soft, mad children
[00:52.71]Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
[00:57.58]The music and voices are all around us
[01:00.96]
[01:18.53]Choose they croon the ancient ones
[01:20.90]The time has come again
[01:22.35]Choose now, they croon
[01:24.03]Beneath the moon
[01:25.23]Beside an ancient lake
[01:27.50]Enter again the sweet forest
[01:30.04]Enter the hot dream
[01:31.51]Come with us
[01:33.16]Everything is broken up and dances
[01:34.86]
[02:29.63]Indians scattered
[02:30.96]On darms highway bleeding
[02:32.96]Ghosts crowd the young child,
[02:35.09]Fragile eggshell mind
[02:40.80]We have assembled inside,
[02:42.42]This ancient and insane theater
[02:44.19]To propagate our lust for our life,
[02:46.69]And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
[02:56.09]The barns have stormed
[02:57.39]The windows kept,
[02:58.82]And only one of all the rest
[02:59.90]To dance and save us
[03:01.50]From the divine mockery of words,
[03:03.92]Music inflames temperament.
[03:22.45]Ooh great creator of being
[03:23.99]Grant us one more hour,
[03:25.62]To perform our art
[03:27.01]And perfect our lives.
[03:33.07]We need great golden copulation,
[03:44.44]When true kings murders
[03:46.33]Are allowed to roam free,
[03:47.84]A thousand musicians arise from the land
[03:55.60]Where are the feast we are promised?
[03:58.98]
[04:41.30]One more thing
[04:48.29]
[04:53.98]Thank you oh lord
[04:56.77]For the white blind light
[04:59.06]Thank you oh lord
[05:01.19]For the white blind light
[05:03.36]A city rises from the sea
[05:08.19]I had a splitting headache
[05:11.28]From witch the feature is maid
文本歌词
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
The day divinity
First thing you see
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly 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 darms highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child,
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.
Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulation,
When true kings murders
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand musicians arise from 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 witch the feature is maid