Doors, The - Awake Lyrics

Genios futuristas en su época,creadores de un sonido ÚNICO. Distintos al resto... APLAUSO HOMENAJE DESDE ARGENTINA!

“From the wounded soul, comes poetry and music. In return, music and poetry heals the soul”🎶
This quote makes me think of Jim sometimes...
I found it in a hauntingly beautiful poetry and quote book titled, “Midnight Writings by a Distant Mind Lost in Time”
The book also had a poem about Jim Morrison in it, it’s worth a read.📚

Some of Morrison's best poems.

It's crazy how this guy just keeps on going..I have a kid next door he's like 15 .not into anything other than games and rap..the other day him and his friends are cranking the doors greatest hits..

Kyle Larson Jim Morrison was greater than we ever realized. In a sense, he still lives on in the music and his words. He has gone before us, that is all

Another from Poet Dude
Master Of Ceremonies

Might as well rip the foil
From the 3-D glasses.
Better to peer at your eyes
When no one's watching.
Shame the toe ring
Right off you.
Being the Master Of Ceremonies in this unexpected turn of events.
From social whore
To silent confessor..
Quiet, only the whir
Of fan blades, passing cars. Night's so succulent.
Served with streetlights.
A certain rare spice,
Flown in from Basra,
Saffron and pepper.
While Jody grinds
Her love for Eddie,
Who caused late night
Servitude for Jean,
Who dodged a bullet
For Gaven.
Who gave it to Raymond,
Who bring the wares to market. As Jane slung
Out the door,
Bidding adieu to the moon.
While Kyle lies in a stupor.
While voices argue in Spanish. Ghetto horns
And 40 ounce.
Drag it up here son,
For all to see.
The stars on the carpet
Beneath the pages.
Postscript in the Heaven sent. See the swell
In the fabric of things.
It's here we draw salt
Back to the desert.
What do you say?
After all, you're the M.C.
To this raucous affair
Of nasal hillbilly wit.
Preposterous! But it
Grows on you like
Biscuits and gravy.
Hot coffee. Camels
And Lucky Strike,
On the way to
Work the mines.
Lately, I've been thinking of giving it to any rascal
Which wants it.
I dreamed up a thunderous
Ending.
I did this instead.
By TJ STRUSKA.

A solitary poem
Two Solitary Souls

Stale beer cup/brand new bottle opener on a blue May evening. Cessna's and Cub's circle like drones with no map or meaning.
In this settled night, this stillness, a lone boy bounces a croquet mallet:
Tocka, Tocka, Tocka, the ball, the court, the mallet: Tocka, Tocka, Tocka, until he tires of this solitary habit. Him with his mallet,
Me with my pen.
Now and again, he seats it like a baseball. Across the court, into the fence.
Both of us left to silence after. Soon I hear: Tocka, Tocka, Tocka, as he retrieves his ball from the corner. Tocka, Tocka, Tocka, As I strain for words like a sad ape obsessed with a flea,
And finding none.
Soon the solitary boy with the ball leaves the courtyard to it's silence.
Its a isolated moment in
The American Fabric.

Into the mask of
Light and Shadow,
Shadow and Imagination.
A playwright, looking for a chorus, a melody. Summer silence and the race of engines. And voices overtake the silence
In the hours from ten til one. And the tires and the arguing. And sometimes the cops, or an ambulance
With bored fireman
And two paramedics.
And there's a drip in the hallway from the roof.
I guess it's not bewitching;
All the noise for those pockets of silence.
And I play Brahms,
And police turn down
My block. As the moon lurks pale behind my eyes.
By TJ STRUSKA

I grew of age with the Doors . I was 17 I 1967.I also was one block from Jim Morrison's apartment and at the club later in Paris, France July 3 ,1971.I was there by happenstance
Jim died in woman's restroom of Rock n Roll Circus Paris July 3. Numerous eyewitnesses .They transported his body back to his apartment and put in the hot tub to disguise the time of death. This was done to protect clubs owner and it's elites clientel .
Pamela's dealer sold Jim the smack for Pamela ,but he failed to tell Jim that this smack was China White Heroin @ 90% purity.Jim went int bathroom to try it out. Jim probably tried copious amount and the fact that Jim was always drunk. Pure heroin and alcohol a deadly mix 🖤🇬🇧

Here's a real life poem when I was 16. Funny and true.
Get Off The Couch Before There's An Accident. You Know It's Reserved For My
Mother And The Dog.

It ain't lunch, it's my life,
Some pointed remark
In front of a friend,
And it stuck.
And my friend said
"Dude, what's your Ma's
Problem?"
And I said " Me".
And he said it was weird,
And I agreed.
And I was a captive stranger in the middle
Of this saga.
It was terse, a flimsy repose in our company.
My Dad rode her train,
And I most times
I got the stiff rebuttal.
And I was 16, and it
Sounded blase' to me.
But I didn't know shit either
Mostly listen to Hendrix,
Get stoned before school.
While inside it wasn't
Like that at all.

It was more a reflection,
A stirring in a pool.
Light dancing along
The edge of waking.
Definitely Fringe Dude.
Get off the couch Son,
That's reserved for the
Big Shot of the family.

Light burning black and glowing through the window. I'd crawl out
To the night.
Run the woods looking
For love slipping away.
And the rock n roll
Spiking my head.
And I'm smoking
And I'm holding.
And I'm a punk
And I know it.
And I'd slide out the door
With the LOOK from her.
And what I'd find was
Mostly an even keel
Of boredom.
A little pick up ball,
Maybe a joint down
The woods by
The bridge.
Mostly stupid shit,
Until I met Cathy.

And the levels changed
From green to red.
And the being
Of skin together.
Shadows and smells
Along a river of love.
500 miles long
Cresting to an ocean.
And the crest rose
Crashing against the rocks

And I wake to shiny pebbles.
I'm wet and naked.
I move toward
The moonlight,
Following it's sound.
The night opens
Like a flower.
By TJ STRUSKA
Christmas night 2004.

Here's a mystical poem
Ghost Light

Idle wind through a field,
Turning silent in dusk.
Pale moon, alabaster in
Your presence,
A ghost passing through
Sudden stillness
Under an old Juniper,
Leaves browned in patchwork of a too dry
Summer. Sweet the mist
In the meadow.
Cool and damp,
A first frost
Not far behind.
One time-frame passing
To the other. Nothing
On an elliptical stopwatch,
Just a revolution of
One world spinning 360.
Eons but a lash
Falling to the floor.
Dear moon- you look
Rather drawn-
With the dark circles
Under your eyes.
Though your smile says
Your up for the night.
Truly an undertaking,
If you don't mind me
Saying so.. I've got to admit your fetching.
Though I'm taking the ludicrous to the arcane.
The frogs are rising
To the night.
What I want is a
Tilt A Whirl At the carnival
On the edge of town.
In the first cool of October
With the beakers and
The House Of Mirrors.
As the Tilt A Whirl spins
We laugh at circles
Of reds and blues.
As the Hucksters and the lost cling to the carny
Like a parasite.
And the carnival rolls
From town as quick
As it came, with a few
Extra wallets and one
Virginity. And I hear the
Trains in the distance
When the wind blows
North. I hear it
Mostly in the fall.
I saw them play the
Shell game in the
Bare bulbs near
The shadows.
My eyes fill
With the darkness.
A whistle falls away dreaming.
By TJ STRUSKA

Here's one in real time as Rita was tearing up the Gulf Coast.
When Nothing Works Right
And All You Have Is
Your Pen

I listen to Janis Joplin as the storm slams Port Author Texas. Home of Janis and my Great Aunt and Uncle. Where I spent the better part of two summers, Right about the time Janis peaked, A few years before she kissed the bottle of Comfort for the last time. It ain't there yet, Janis is, the hurricane I mean, so is my Great Aunt Billie and Uncle H.A.
Moved up to high ground with their children and their children's children.
We talked on the phone, not Janis, my Great Aunt and Uncle that is.. How I got off Janis is anyone's guess. How I got off red meat was easy. How do I break this poem of it's ala Dijon Whatever? You'll find it in the city, along trumped up Old Town in the Blue Mesa dream.
And Janis stops in her tracks. Rita doesn't" just batters the city with rain.
I fed the quarters in the box, by God. And Janis doesn't do it for me. From the same town as Billie and H.A., and that's about all. Though I heard from Melody( 2nd cousin) that Majority(older cousin) had a class or two with Janis(who doesn't do it for me) while Rita speaks another language. And I wonder of gridlock, and best to get out of Dodge. At least Beaumont.

I know I'll hear the dire news soon enough, get the latest from damage control. Well that's about the two songs on the box. At least they didn't skip.
Just this old psychedelic Texas two step pouring sea salt in the air. As night falls steamy on a Texas port along way from home.
( For my Texas family)
Sep 23 05 10 p.m. CST.
By TJ STRUSKA

Sort of a psychedelic poem
Charge Up, Change Up,
Fuck Up, Forget It.
Somewhere Timothy Leary Found his smile In
Blue horizons I cannot name. Charge Up the
Dark horses dragging up
Vega. I know it's far,
But the Pony Express
Said No Problem..
Out here you bring Your
Own lunch. Best pack
For the long trip back.
Knapsack spilling with stars, Each one falling
Like lover's cloths To
Dusty corners we dream.
We awake as ghosts
Searching the inner ring.
Man, it got old around
Ginsberg. Staffing the pipe
For young strumpets.
You throw the Change Up
While the girl In the
Coke bottle red dress
Says were going dancing,
You, me and the stars.
Take in the mail on
The long flight up.
I hear ghosts In my head.
They find their way
Across the page.
Exact fare required for
The 715 across town.
Fuck Up, you ride
With the winos
And heads to the
End of the line.
With steel toe jackers
Overturning cars In
The mayhem.O well,
At least were plugged into the starlight convention
Playing above Nissans and Subarus. I forgot
To say hi to Alpha Sentory
As I shot in From
Inner space.
Well, I must admit It's ingenious.
While the night circles Neptune in the spot
Of the sun.
By TJ STRUSKA

I'm a poet who was introduced to poetry from Jim. I'd like to share a few. Comments good bad or otherwise appreciated...TJ STRUSKA

Epic rap battles of history:

Jim Morrison vs Van Morrison, beggin!

This.song is called ghost song and this video dont have all the song

the ghost song is mix from 3 poems awake, an american prayer, the white blind light *cmiiw

Jackass

The best alarm tune!!

Sh*t, I thought I was listening to VAN Morrison! I thought it sounded a little odd!

;-))!!!

Jim was the best brilliant wise and loving

There will never be another..

This is the best album to listen to while smoking a nice joint...its total bliss.

The bass playing on this is exquisite (Jerry Scheff), as is everything else....

This NEVER gets old. Hail Jim!

Jim morrison ♥️♥️♥️♥️ the Doors ♥️♥️

The doors forever baby thank you Jim morrison

can you guys here the MOJO actually rising throughout this song? I know I can...

Awake, yes

the only minus @ this song is the duration :(

''Give me songs to sing
and emerald dreams to dream,
and I will give you love unfolding.''

--Jim Morrison

Awake 🌹💜JIM ! Moonlight fool moon tonight 💜

My balls tingle listening to this.

Jim s work will live forever. Long live the Doors.

Todo esta roto .....y baila

Second that comment Jacky! Go to the doors website..they have his beaded necklace on sale for 20 bucks.
Its simplistic!

Awake, it's the first thing you see if the my, but for that he MY MAY BE WE KNOW, MAYBE WE FOLD THE BETTER HAND

An old soul who was a poet before he was Mojo Rising to the world.
I wonder if he ever invented anything that would have changed our world today...probably did and didnt even realise it!

Hello, do you know who plays the bass? 🤔🎸🎶

Jim Morrison decía que no todas las personas son iguales fue un pendejo si an leeido muchas palabras las saco de libros que leeio aldox Huxley the Doors percepción bola de pendejos

El mejor tema sin duda 😊😊😊

Nothing. After getting high for drugs, he uttered some words.

Too simple but it reached perfection. What a nice flow. Theres no even an instant where something seems low, bad or wrong. Great musicians.

For Nick 💕

I love this. I really like Jim Morrison & his music. Just talking, his poetry, it's all so beautiful, such a talented man that this world, the entertainment business seriously needs. This man has REAL TALENT, it's a terrible damn shame U_U that he passed away at 27, imagine if this man was still alive today and put out so many many great records, books, movies, what have you - this man has serious talent and now that he's been gone the entertainment business is going down hill so to speak, it's horrible U_U - Take a look at the 1970's & 1980's - all pure awesomeness (except for the cheesy scary movies, take those and re-make them and then they'll be seriously scary instead of the same ole same ole). . . Jim Morrison, R.I.P. You're such a great talented soul, always!! XO <3 \m/(u_u)

when you quit telling lies, we will get along better. My brother David is in the Supernal Kingdom and he and I formed a Star of David. I know exactly where my brother is now. I did not know for a while but I now know and we communicate constantly. We share a star known as the Star of David, study the Star of David and you come to understand that it is a complete balance. By ancestry from long ago, I am an Israeli American. For the last 500 years my ancestors have been connected to this country.

who is a Fender Jazz bass player??????????is'nt Manzarek! .

I used to get videos to destroy me after my ex bullies me to death

Это очень крутооооо

Popppo popo po po.....this was a common band party of the doors.

Z❤️

Was my alarm for a long time, will do again!

Always loved this album. Throw it on at a shin dig, good vibes ensue.

"Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding. Ghosts crowd the child's fragile eggshell mind."
When Jim was about 4, he and his family were driving in New Mexico and saw some Indians who had been in a wreck. Jim later said one of the Indians died and his soul went into him.

This whole idea is really interesting, and also scary intense. JM bless your soul, may it find the wind, and not onto another's path, but onwards, and further than you ever dreamed. We love you, friend!

Kinda stuff I love.peak Doors peak Morrison poetry and music

a POET of heart... expression of Passion~Omnipresence~Exchange~TRUTH... and so it IS... Inspired Spirit...

Thank you Sir Jim ✨💙

El gran jim y sus poemas! Forever rey lagarto

I am a South American prayer

It's actually "ghost song"

Rapping poetry with grace and style in this song. Today we remember Jim and The Doors with a feast of friends in the Dominican Republic.

This is kinda funky

first Doors lp i bought at 13 years old when it came out..... I heard Roadhouse Blues live on the radio and i went out and got it...still have it,love it

Blasphemiccc, thank you for puttin this up for us. Love Jim Morrison's poetry.

Mojo never died, he still lives in his fans soul. 2018 anyone?

this is why we do it...

I can only offer you silence

This is ghost ship

Svegliati spiati e. Spiare kill spy tour2018

was this poem/song extracted or used in the movie The Doors with val kilmer?

NICE...!

Intemporal ..incomparavel..do melhor

soo funky. I could see a pimp walking down to this song.

someone shold make a movie from this album, silent footage to go with the words, be psychadelic colours and black and white

don't just listening to the poetry make it yours and awake to

Evocative..MAGIC🍄🍄🍄

The guy was a genius , see alot a folk dont know tht jim married poetry & rock n roll

Made mad love to this stoned on mushrooms feeling are tangled Web joining in and out of each other as she and I turned into one .I could have married her that night but the new day begin.

The parallels to Nietzsches Philosophy are thrilling

I will meet yu on the other side Jim,,,,one day

Glory & Fame "Jimbo"

dont listen the words just melody the music rhythm is great.

and dances

JIM IS ONE PF US

That is one funky tune!

jim morrison büyük adamsın tanrısın dinleyen türkler varsa da bu da
turkish lyrics:
sil rüyalarını saçlarından
güzel çocuğum, tatlım benim.
seç kendi gününü ve
kendi gününün simgesini seç
işte o günün ilahiliği
gözünün ilk değdiği.
ışıl ışıl devasa bir sahil
serin bir mücevher gibi mehtapta
sessiz taraflarında cirit atmakta çırılçıplak sevgililer
gülüyoruz biz de tıpkı şeker, çılgın çocuklar gibi
veletlerin kıvır kıvır pamuklu beyinlerinde kendimizi beğenmişçesine
sesler ve müzik sarmış dört bir yanımızı.
seç, diye mırıldanıyorlar, kadimler
geldi işte zaman yine
seç şimdi, diye mırıldanıyorlar,
mehtabın altında
kadim bir gölün hemen üzerinde
tekrardan tatlı ormanlara dal
dal alevden rüyalara
gel bizimle
burada her şey paramparça, dans her yerde.

Gürkan Doğan Olmaz mı be... Büyük adam

Bloody Turks, we are everywhere. Namaste✌🤘

Why are there so many different versions of this song? The one I knew first was called "Ghost Song," and it's four minutes long. But then there's this one, and another one actually called "An American Prayer" that has some different lyrics, and the instrumental is more crisp.

shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one, choose the day...

wow * - *

Ain't that ghost song?

Isn't this called "Ghost Song?" Also, I think it'd be awesome to drive downtown late at night, with this song on full blast!

They were truly gifted.

I know Jim's poetry is the star of this piece but can we just take moment to appreciate the instrumentation Ray, Robbie and John are banging out here? It's so groovy and melodic.

Right on, bruh.

Jim and band understood Morphic Resonance

@mark1952able Yeah, and whoever the Bassist is, layin' down a funky groove.

I Need to hear this tonight! My Late Great Friend, Poet, Philosopher, Singer, writer of songs! Jim at his Literate Best & "The Doors" at their Musical Best! He was a Renassance Poet...but nobody knew it than and few know it now! This one is for me & those who shared them back than...you see We were there!
Once you saw "The Doors" in concert
nothing was ever quite the same! To Quote Jim who knew it was coming:
“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”
I won't...that's for sure!

wow did he actually say that cos i just got the shivers

choose the sign of the days divinity

Jim did what none of my teachers could ever do and that was to inspire to read and write

@John Lennon, I'm 1977 but your story interests me enough to enquire about the substance and style of it, labelled as a felow writer myself I'd love to hear more. PSB77

@carrollingJim, I can relate to that fact, the doors came into my adolescence at 14 and forever changed the lane of my life. We are sons of the lizard king and therefore we can accomplish ANYTHING. PsB77

would like to have another writer to talk to and share works. song writers/ poets/ short story writers.

Hartland f

Dillon in 12 grade American literature On the first day the teacher asked who a great American poet was. I said Jim Morrison and he and everyone laughed.

An American Prayer !