Blue Öyster Cult - Tyranny And Mutation lyrics
Tracks 01. The Red & The Black
02. O.D.'d On Life Itself 03. Hot Rails To Hell 04. 7 Screaming Diz-Busters 05. Baby Ice Dog 06. Wings Wetted Down 07. Teen Archer 08. Mistress Of The Salmon Salt (Quicklime Girl) 01. The Red & The Black Lyrics by Albert Bouchard, Eric Bloom, Sandy Pearlman
Canadian mounted baby, a police force that works
Red and black, that's their color scheme Get their man, in the end It's all right (repeat four more times) Oh yeah my honey knows it's all right It's all right (repeat four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right C'mon little husky Frontenac Chateau baby I'll cross the frontier at ten Got a whip in my hand baby And a girl or a husky at leather's end It's all right (repeat four more times) Oh yeah my honey knows it's all right It's all right (repeat four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right Hornswoop me bungo pony, dogsled on ice Make a dash for freedom baby don't skate on polar ice It's too think to be sliced by the light Of long and white polar nights It's all right (repeat four more times) Oh yeah my honey knows it's all right It's all right (repeat four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right 02. O.D.'d On Life Itself Lyrics by Bloom, A. Bouchard, Joe Bouchard, Pearlman
How could I fool you, rest and assure you
Take you off from here and put you on the line Your back's to the pistol, iron bullets whistle Landscapes open and the world it's mine, it's still mine OD'd on life, life itself (repeat twice) Writings appear on the wall Curtains part and landscapes fall It's the writings done in blood Like a mummy's inscription And a bat wing tongue Well then the mouth of the cave Will open up wide, wide as the world That's mine, mine, still mine So don't you fear the trade in lives Life loves force and force loves lives This wedding in heaven was made up in hell This victim as bride and life, life itself OD'd on life, life itself (repeat ad nauseam) 03. Hot Rails To Hell Lyrics by J. Bouchard
Riding the underground, swimming in sweat
A rumble above and below, hey cop don't you know? The heat's on alright The hot summer day didn't quit for the night 1277 express to heaven, speeding along like dynamite 1277 express to heaven, rumbles the steel like a dogfight You caught me in it's spell Trying to leave but you know darn well The heat from below can burn your eyes out Blackened out eyes, scratched on a wall Stoned out looks from the crowd, the king will not know On the wall it was said The flash of his cards was sprayed with red 1277 express to heaven, speeding along like dynamite 1277 express to heaven, rumbles the steel like a dogfight You caught me in it's spell Trying to leave but you know darn well The heat from below can burn your eyes out 04. 7 Screaming Diz-Busters Lyrics by A. Bouchard, J. Bouchard, Donald Roeser, Pearlman
They held their heads with laughs of pain
They learned from men who'd just refrain From glancing at a mirror's face Seven screaming diz-busters who lurked by a rose Had iron for a bloodstream and ice behind their eyes On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light They're long so long this time of year When stars be crossed by twirling fear You don't suppose I'd prove surprised Seven screaming diz-busters should go the route and die Without the warmth they learn to crave With hardened smiles and evil signs On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light Bury me near the secret cove so they'll not know the way Bury me there, behind the rose so they'll not rile my grave I'll not reveal whose name still loose (?) Well their laugh of pain...And their harder smiles... And their rigid arms...And their evil signs... Longer days and the longer nights And their longer, and longer still On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light 05. Baby Ice Dog Lyrics by A. Bouchard, Bloom, Patti Smith
I had this bitch you see, she made lies to me
Her deceit, oh, it gave me a chill But I found out now, that baby that baby ice dog She said, we would wed in Mongolian country Lilies shoot free, but she was snowing me In the mountains, oh, her intent was all too clear It was quite a sin, how the ice caved in I was numb, I could not assist Baby ice went down through cold cold cold ground I said baby, that's the breaks Leading me around like broke down hound dog Crossing me once too often Now she's bound for a lower station She crossed me once too often And now the ladies all fear this Mongolian man With ice down his face you know I could get them involved In unnatural acts with the aid of my cold cold stare They'd like to make it with my big black dog But they just don't know how to ask You know they'd like to try anything that comes into your mind Oh freeze on freeze on freeze on bone to bone 06. Wings Wetted Down Lyrics by A. Bouchard, J. Bouchard
Flights of black horseman soar over churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't care Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground It all turns around, in the end The voices sound deadly, sometimes I hear Echoes of empires, spread throughout the sky Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground It all turns around, in the end Flights of black horseman soar over churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground It all turns around, in the end 07. Teen Archer Lyrics by Roeser, Bloom, Richard Meltzer
She got less than you or I, she got less than me (repeat)
She get, she get tired, she gets tired She got more than you or I, she got more than me (repeat) She get, she get wild, she gets wild Balling all night balling all day, she won't ball on me (repeat) She will, she will die, she will die, she don't care Crying all night, crying all day, she will cry for me (repeat) She will, she will smile, she will smile She will die, she will die, she don't care 08. Mistress Of The Salmon Salt (Quicklime Girl) Lyrics by A. Bouchard, Pearlman
Down in the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall Behind the bush there lurks a girl Who makes them strong and tall Villagers call her: quicklime girl Behind her back: quicklime girl Behind the bush: quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl In the fall when plants return By harvest time, she knows the score Ripe and ready to the eye But rotten somehow to the core Villagers call her: quicklime girl Behind her back: quicklime girl Behind the bush: quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl A harvest of life, or harvest of death One body of life, one body of death And when you've gone and choked to death With laughter and a little step I'll prepare the quicklime, friend For your ripe and ready grave It's springtime now and cares subside And the planting's almost done And fertile graves, it seems, exist Within a mile of that duke's joint Where coast guard crews still take their leave Lying listless in the sun And the quick lime girl still plies her trade The reduction of the many from the one And they call her: quicklime girl Behind her back: quicklime girl Behind the bush: quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl A harvest of life, a harvest of death Resumes it's course each day Because it exists by schedule A harvest to live, ............................... And those that crawl, and those that chirp And next life's swans that seem to turn |