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The Ghost Song - The Doors (大门乐队)
Wake

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 in a cool 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 dawns highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young childs
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 copulations

When true kings murders

Are allowed to roam free
A thousand musicians arise from the land

Where are the feast we are promised