Gil Blanco County lyrics - Blue Oyster Cult
Bad oats In town
The word went out
So my horse and me
We left town
Rode my Palomino down
Rode on down
Have you ever seen the sun rise
In Gil Blanco County
Ever see the pools they got there
It's where the birds go on the Fourth
The Fourth of July
To Gil Blanco County
It's not far, you know
Got caught in a storm
in Gil Blanco County
It rained so hard said Injun Joe
He knows all there is to know
It should wash
the Face of the Earth
and make us clean again
Bad oats In town
The word went out
So my horse and me
We left town
Rode my Palomino down
To Gil Blanco County
It's not far
It rained so hard
In Gil Blanco County
Gil Blanco County
Gil Blanco County
It's not far, you know
Kick Out The Jams lyrics - Blue Oyster Cult
Kick out the jams brothers and sisters.
Well I feel pretty good
And I guess that
I can't get crazy now baby
Cause we all got in tune
In the dressing room
Yeah hazy now baby
Well I know how you like it child
Hot, sweet and tight
The girls can't stand it
When you do it right
When your'e up on the stand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams
Come on kick'em out
Well I'm starting to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling
And the sound that abounds
And resounds and rebounds
Off the ceiling
Yeah you gotta have it baby
You can't do without
'Cause when you get that feeling
You gotta sound 'em out
Put that mike in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes! Kick out the jams
Com on kick'em out
You know I got to get 'em up
You know I can't
Get enough Miss Mackenzie
Yeah the sounds in my brain
You know it drives me insane
With the frenzy
Well the whailin' guitars
And the crash of the drums
Make me wanna keep-a-rockin'
Till the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jaaams
I done kicked 'em out
The Girl That Love Made Blind lyrics - Blue Oyster Cult
"I thought your eyes, blue... Oh no, they’re green" she said to me.
We danced in time or didn’t you know?
This dance was
Time.
At the party of astrologers, the Christmas tide was due.
On the way to Aldebaran: the dance, the dream, and you.
Actuals and counterclaims dancing all the time
Dancing in the corridor and the dance was Time...
"I thought your eyes, blue... Oh no, they’re green," she said to me.
We danced in time... or didn’t you know?
This dance was... Time.
At the height of Christmas tide
She found a ghost inside
Give it up or let it ride
She must decide.
Actuals and counterclaims; drugged, reborn, resigned.
The castle stands, the girl remains, and if she’ll spin, it’s packed with eyes
out there in the corridor, caught there in the mirror maze,
from her last and loving glance a waltz, a dance, whose time,
not here,
but gone
was
Time.
So put me to the question, but there’s no return from this castle of mine
for the powers that be, the girl and her dreams, the girl that love made blind.
And that’s the last dream we had upon that night...
The party of astrologers—the Christmas of my life.
Christmas, Christmas, the Christmas of my life...
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