Jim Morrison (and The Doors)
An American Prayer

"...Enter again the sweet forest, Enter the hot dream, Come with us, Everything is broken up and dances."

Oneiric, diabolic, and angelic at the same time, immoral, illogical, poetic, crazy, drunk, quintessence of rock, damn fascinating.

Poems and stories read, sung, and written by Jim Morrison, accompanied by the wonderful music of the Doors, in an inimitable and unclassifiable work. Unbelievable verses, extremely mystical, yet at the same time carnal and earthly, incredible, unreal but with meanings truer than anything else. Not only verses, but also splendid rock-blues music that will forever remain in the minds of those who listen: "Ghost Song", "Newborn Awakening", "Black Polished Chrome" and the resigned, funereal, and metaphorical end of the party that lasted a little less than three decades "A Feast Of Friends".

Everything completely enveloped in a magical aura of mystery, which accompanies this album from the first to the last second of listening and crowns the equally mysterious disappearance of the artist. Last angelic verses from the mouth of a soul resigned to damnation. They come out with an aseptic, detached, unreal, mystical sound. We can still hear them with our ears, but they already come from another dimension.

"Bird of prey, bird of prey, Flying high, flying high, in the summer sky Bird of prey, bird of prey, Flying high, flying high, gently pass on by Bird of prey, bird of prey, Flying high, flying high, am I going to die ? Bird of prey, bird of pray, Flying high, flying high, take me on your flight".