Golden Age Of Leather-Blue Oyster Cult

[ti:Golden Age Of Leather] [ar:Blue Oyster Cult] [al:Workshop Of The Telescopes: Th] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Golden Age Of Leather - Blue Oyster Cult (Blue Öyster Cult) [00:01.40]Raise your can of beer on high [00:05.95]And seal your fate forever [00:11.38] [00:12.01]Our best years have past us by [00:17.50]The golden age of leather [00:23.43] [00:37.56]This was the night not long to come [00:40.87]In the year of our Lord A D [00:43.18] [00:44.49]Where in a desert way-house poised on the brink of eternity [00:49.48] [00:51.23]Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor [00:57.67]As only drunken soldiers can [01:01.60] [01:04.03]And passed from man to man [01:06.22] [01:07.53]A wanton child to dead to care [01:10.90]That each would find his pleasure as he might [01:14.77] [01:16.64]For this fantastic night was billed [01:19.76] [01:20.69]As nothing less than the end of an age [01:24.31]A last crusade [01:26.00]A final outrage [01:27.81]In this day of flaccid plumage [01:30.74] [01:31.61]And there was worn no cloth but leather [01:35.55] [01:37.29]Made supple by years of stinging cinders [01:41.66] [01:43.84]And here were seen the scars of age [01:48.59] [01:49.15]For age had been the common call for one last night together [01:56.32] [02:32.77]Dawn colored the sky The ritual ceased [02:38.69] [02:44.06]Some had died They were buried with their bikes [02:50.49] [02:55.79]Each grabbed a rag From a man with a sack [03:01.72] [03:07.15]Torn strips of color The red and the black [03:13.32] [03:31.48]I cam here willingly [03:38.72] [03:43.21]And I will go down valiantly [03:50.48] [03:53.97]We made a vow [03:56.59]To give it all we had to give [03:59.09] [03:59.96]We made a vow [04:02.39]To die as we had lived [04:05.02] [04:18.24]They flew the colors they began to fight [04:20.49] [04:21.05]They flailed at each other like bugs at a light [04:23.99]Bodies and bikes beyond repair [04:26.17] [04:26.73]Smell of oil and gas in the air [04:29.23] [04:35.09]Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand [04:37.96]And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand [04:40.46] [04:46.82]The old ranger weathered the storm [04:49.44]And he topped the rise by the middle of morn [04:52.19]He saw rippled dunes [04:54.06]Calm and surreal [04:55.04] [04:56.60]And a glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel [05:01.33] [05:09.12]Golden age