An American Prayer - James D. Morrison
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist? filled with green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us
With the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 1000 Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts we are promised?
Where is the wine?
The New Wine (dying on the vine)
Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight & velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in The Night
Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala
Do you know we exist? filled with green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us
With the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 1000 Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts we are promised?
Where is the wine?
The New Wine (dying on the vine)
Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight & velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in The Night
Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala