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Ghost Song
Jim Morrison Lyrics


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Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake

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

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Jim Morrison's "The Ghost Song" deliver a haunting message of freedom and liberation from one's limitations. "Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one," he sings, addressing someone (presumably a loved one) who seems to be captive in their own fears and anxieties. Morrison encourages them to shed those dreams and fears, to choose a day and a sign of their day that represents divinity, and to embrace the world around them in all its beauty and wonder. The refrain of "Choose now" reinforces this message of agency and empowerment, urging the listener to take control of their own lives and destinies.


The song then shifts to a vivid and surreal vision of a beach, where couples run naked and free under a moonlit sky. Morrison and his companions laugh "like soft, mad children," reveling in the joy and abandon of the moment. The music and voices that surround them suggest a sense of community and shared experience, as if everyone is part of a larger cosmic dance. The final verse returns to the idea of choice, as the "Ancient Ones" (possibly referring to pagan deities or spirits) urge the listener to enter "the sweet forest" and "the hot dream," where everything is ultimately broken up and dances. The message here is one of transformation and transcendence, a call to break free from the constraints of conventional reality and embrace the mysteries of the universe.


Line by Line Meaning

Shake dreams from your hair
Let go of your unrealistic expectations and perceived notions


My pretty child, my sweet one.
Emphasizing affection and endearment towards someone close.


Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
Make conscious decisions and carve out your own path in life.


The day's divinity / First thing you see.
The world holds divine beauty and wonder, it's all up to you to appreciate and acknowledge it.


A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
A tranquil and breathtaking view of the ocean in moonlight.


Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
People indulging in pure, uninhibited freedom.


And we laugh like soft, mad children / Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy / The music and voices are all around us.
The carefree nature of youth and the intoxicating allure of music and voices.


Choose they croon the Ancient Ones / The time has come again / Choose now, they croon / Beneath the moon / Beside an ancient lake
A spiritual calling to embrace one's own destiny.


Enter again the sweet forest / Enter the hot dream / Come with us / Everything is broken up and dances.
A beckoning to escape reality and indulge in a dream world where anything is possible.




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l Dil

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.



Jordan Anderson

Indians scattered,
On dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's,
Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for our life,
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murders
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made



Jayro Sabal

Jim Morrison Poems | Ghost Song
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us.

Everything is broken up and dance.



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Leila Fedora

Wow I’m in love with this whole album especially the ghost song. It’s an immaculately haunting,beautiful,unique summer poem. And the instrumental is so so catchy and magical and dreamy. I’m 14 and the doors are my favourite band.

Bettina Lose

@leila moon
Great👍🏻 I had been 16, when I discovered the Doors...now I'm 41🤷🏻‍♀️ they will stay with you😉the Doors are eternal

The Dance Electric

This sounds like it could be released this year. The Doors were so damn innovative.

Kathleen McNamara

Ghosts do indeed crowd fragile eggshell minds. ♥️Katxoxo, Jim&Pam🕯️

Kathleen McNamara

Poetry by Jim Morrison

Bettina Lose

I always wondered, why it sounds so modern 🤔 never changed my opinion in all those years🤣
Such a great song and I pray, that not some crappy hip hop artist is covering it🙏🏻😅

MANS4ON

Indeed, pure eternal music..

John Smith

"Everything is broken up and dances" probably the best euphemism for trippin. jim morison really had a way with words

Tits Yung

Like you know..

Renzo Sigismondi

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