[ti:Newborn Awakening]
[ar:Jim Morrison]
[al:An American Prayer]
[offset:-500]
[00:30.26]Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.
[00:35.01]Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
[00:42.62]Blood in the streets
[00:44.19]In the town of New Haven.
[00:46.83]Blood stains the roofs
[00:48.47]And the palm trees of Venice.
[00:51.07]Blood in my love
[00:52.54]In the terrible summer.
[00:55.44]Bloody red sun of
[00:57.39]Phantastic L.A.
[01:01.94]Blood screams her brain
[01:03.00]As they chop off her fingers.
[01:06.00]Blood will be born
[01:07.14]In the birth of a nation.
[01:10.30]Blood is the rose of
[01:12.16]Mysterious union.
[01:14.57]Blood on the rise,
[01:15.74]It's following me.
[01:17.92]
[01:23.15]Indian, Indian
[01:24.64]What did you die for?
[01:27.74]Indian says nothing at all.
[01:36.19]Gently they stir.
[01:39.19]Gently rise.
[01:40.94]The dead are new-born awakening.
[01:43.45]With ravaged limbs
[01:44.69]And wet souls.
[01:46.35]Gently they sigh
[01:47.63]In rapt funeral amazement.
[01:50.56]Who called these dead to dance?
[01:53.86]Was it the young woman
[01:55.40]Learning to play the "Ghost Song"
[01:56.82]In her baby grand
[02:00.10]Was it the wilderness children?
[02:02.14]Was it the Ghost-God himself,
[02:04.18]Stuttering, cheering,
[02:05.67]Chatting blindly?
[02:08.07]I called you up to
[02:09.45]Annoint the earth.
[02:10.52]I called you to announce
[02:11.79]Sadness falling like
[02:13.22]Burned skin.
[02:15.14]I called you to wish you well
[02:16.79]To glory in self like a new monster
[02:19.25]And now I call on you to pray