Awake
Jim Morrison (The Doors) Lyrics
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Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
The lyrics of “Awake” by the Doors, featuring Jim Morrison, is a call for awakening or a symbolic metaphor for self-discovery. The opening lines of the song, “Is everybody in? The ceremony’s about to begin” set a tone of impending excitement and anticipation. The second line “Wake up” is an imperative plea to the audience to awaken from their deep slumber and get ready to open their conscious eyes to the world.
The verse “You can’t remember where it was, had this dream stopped?” is about introspection and self-discovery through dreaming. The line "you can't remember where it was" may refer to a person’s loss of direction in life or lost dreams, while "had this dream stopped?" signifies a fascination with dreaming and its capacity to help bolster self-discovery by bringing up long-forgotten memories and emotions.
Overall, the song’s theme is about being awake, aware, and conscious of one's world and self. From the opening and closing lines to the verses, the song emphasizes the need to heed the warning to wake up to the world, not merely existing in this life but instead being aware of one’s surroundings and one's value.
Line by Line Meaning
Is everybody in?
Has everyone arrived to partake in the coming event?
Is everybody in?
Are all of the necessary people present?
Is everybody in?
Are all guests present and accounted for?
The ceremony is about to begin.
The event that is about to occur is significant and requires formality.
Wake up!
Become alert and conscious from a state of unconsciousness.
You can't remember where it was
Unable to recall the location of a past memory or dream.
Had this dream stopped?
Did the series of thoughts, images and sensations that occurred during a prior sleep period come to an end?
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@phikriajgarkava2217
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 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 dances.
@chrisbyars4422
This is my ‘go-to’ - song when I am experiencing insomnia. And it calms me down
@dillonx11
Jim did what none of my teachers could ever do and that was to inspire too read and write
@HartHendrix
Poetic Justice Those very words reciprocate into my soul as that very reason is why I've taken an interest in the literary arts.
@robertcabrera1842
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@takaforo
I was supposed to become a straight computer scientist...until the Doors greatest hits fell into my hands, so I agree with you. I was 14 by then and from there to 20 I read an awful lot and started digging poetry bigTime. Kudos to him.
@paulblowes6491
@@J.F.R.1, I'm 1977 but your story interests me enough to enquire about the substance and style of it, labelled as a felow writer myself I'd love to hear more. PSB77
@paulblowes6491
@@takaforo, I can relate to that fact, the doors came into my adolescence at 14 and forever changed the lane of my life. We are sons of the lizard king and therefore we can accomplish ANYTHING. PsB77
@Okean999
Jim Morrison was, first and foremost, a superb poet.
@nubevida
Oh, yes, indeed!! I believe he put pen to paper and it was all there. I missed him in this LifeTime, (I miss him NOW!!) but I feel I have never been without him, my Muse!!
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@phikriajgarkava2217
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 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 dances.