Give us an hour for magic.

"I don't know, it's hard to define. Magic comes through you, you don't own it. The muse was hanging around, and I'm grateful." ~John Densmore

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 night give us greed To believe A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues 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 the good old days We still receive 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 goal 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