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Jim Morrison - The White Blind Light

Your home is still here. Violet, uncertain. Thank you, oh lord, for the white blind light. Jumped humped, born to suffer... Made to undress in the wilderness. All of us have found a safe niche where we can store up our riches and talk to our fellows ...in the same premises of disaster. Thank you, oh lord, for the white blind light. Let me tell you about heartache in the loss of god ...wandering, wandering in hopeless nights. Moonshine night, mountain village insane in the wood and the deep trees.

Your home is still here. Violet, uncertain. Oh, I want to be there, I want us to be there, oh, I want to be there...beside the lake, beneath the moon....Woolen, swollen drinking its hot liquor... I want to be there. Thank you, oh lord, for the white blind light. A city rises from the sea. Let me tell you about heartache in the loss of god. Wandering, wandering in hopeless nights. Let me show you the maiden whit rot iron soul. Out here in perimeter there are no stars. Out there we are stoned... Immaculate...