the severed garden

the doors'un ne kadar büyük bir grup olduğunu en iyi gösteren parçalardan biridir.

i'm sick of doubt
live in the light of certain south cruel bindings
the servants have the power dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors
i'm sick of dour faces
staring at me from the t.v. tower.
i want roses in my garden bower; dig?
royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted
strangers in the mud
these mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
they are waiting to take us into the severed garden
do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death in a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly
guest you've brought to bed
death makes angels of us all & gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
no more money, no more fancy dress
this other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
i will not go
prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family

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