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  • 作词 : Jim Morrison
    作曲 : Jim Morrison
    Awake
    Shake dreams from your hair
    My pretty child, my sweet one
    Choose the day, 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 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's
    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's
    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 which the future is made
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Jim Morrison
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jim Morrison
    [00:18.69]Awake
    [00:22.32]Shake dreams from your hair
    [00:23.84]My pretty child, my sweet one
    [00:25.87]Choose the day, choose the sign of your day
    [00:28.39]The day's divinity
    [00:30.57]First thing you see
    [00:38.47]A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
    [00:43.99]Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
    [00:49.36]And we laugh like soft, mad children
    [00:52.29]Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
    [00:57.54]The music and voices are all around us
    [01:08.09]
    [01:18.37]Choose they croon the ancient ones
    [01:20.68]The time has come again
    [01:21.50]Choose now, they croon
    [01:23.67]Beneath the moon
    [01:24.63]Beside an ancient lake
    [01:27.46]Enter again the sweet forest
    [01:29.83]Enter the hot dream
    [01:31.05]Come with us
    [01:32.87]Everything is broken up and dances
    [01:37.82]
    [02:28.96]Indians scattered, on darms highway bleeding
    [02:32.44]Ghosts crowd the young child's
    [02:34.52]Fragile eggshell mind
    [02:41.00]We have assembled inside
    [02:41.60]This ancient and insane theater
    [02:43.98]To propagate our lust for our life
    [02:46.17]And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
    [02:51.77]
    [02:54.89]The barns have stormed
    [02:56.10]The windows kept
    [02:57.46]And only one of all the rest
    [02:59.17]To dance and save us
    [03:00.57]From the divine mockery of words
    [03:03.24]Music inflames temperament
    [03:07.88]
    [03:22.04]Ooh great creator of being
    [03:23.30]Grant us one more hour, to perform our art
    [03:26.22]And perfect our lives
    [03:32.27]We need great golden copulation's
    [03:44.34]When true kings murders
    [03:45.00]Are allowed to roam free
    [03:46.81]A thousand musicians arise from the land
    [03:54.72]Where are the feast we are promised?
    [04:05.77]
    [04:40.92]One more thing
    [04:52.92]Thank you oh lord
    [04:54.03]For the white blind light
    [04:57.81]Thank you oh lord
    [04:58.93]For the white blind light
    [05:02.05]A city rises from the sea
    [05:06.89]I had a splitting headache
    [05:09.51]From which the future is made