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Lirik Lagu Golden Age Of Leather - Blue Oyster Cult

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Raise your can of beer on highAnd seal your fate foreverOur best years have past us byThe golden age of leather
This was the night not long to come in the year of our Lord A.D.Where in a desert way-house, poised on the brink of eternityFour and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honorAs only drunken soldiers can
And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to careThat each would find his pleasure as he mightFor this fantastic night was billed as nothing less than the end ofan ageA last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flacid plumage
And there was worn no cloth but leatherMade supple by years of stinging cindersAnd here were seen the scars of ageFor age had been the common call for one last night together
Down colored the sky (the ritual feast)Some had died (they were buried with their bikes)Each grabbed a rag (from a man with a sack)Torn strips of color (the red and the black)
We made a vow to give it all we had to giveWe made a vow to die as we had lived
They flew the colors, they began to fightThey flailed at each other like bugs at a lightBodies and bikes beyond repairSmell of oil and gas in the air
Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant handAnd the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sandAnd the old ranger weathered the stormAnd he topped the rise by the middle of mornHe saw rippled dunes, calm and surrealAnd a glint of a shaft of chromium steel
Golden age...