Hour for Magic - Jim Morrison, The Doors

resident mockery

give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling light and velvet hour

We of the arabic pleasure’s breed

We of the sundome and the nightGive us greed

To beleive

A night of Lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

hundred huies

a rich mandala

for me and you

and your silky

pillowed house

a head, wisdom

and a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

has claimed thee

We used to believe

in hte good old days

We still recieve

In little ways

The things of Kindness

and unsporting brow

Forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book

Did you know madmen are running our prison

within a jail, within a gaol

within a white protestant

maelstrom

We’re perched headlong on the edge of boredom

We’re reacing for death on the end of a candle

We’re trying for something

That’s already found us