Ghost Song - The Doors

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 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 dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's,

Fragile eggshell mind.