מילים לשיר Golden Age Of Leather – Blue Oyster Cult

B. Abbott
Raise your can of beer on high
And seal your fate forever
Our best years have past us by
The golden age of leather
This was the night not long to come in the year of our Lord A.D. Where in a desert wayAs only drunken soldiers can
Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor
For this fantastic night was billed as nothing less than the end of That each would find his pleasure as he might
And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to care
A last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flacid plumage
an age Made supple by years of stinging cinders
And there was worn no cloth but leather
For age had been the common call for one last night together
And here were seen the scars of age Down colored the sky (the ritual feast)
Torn strips of color (the red and the black)
Some had died (they were buried with their bikes)
Each grabbed a rag (from a man with a sack) We made a vow to die as we had lived
We made a vow to give it all we had to give They flew the colors, they began to fight
Bodies and bikes beyond repair
Smell of oil and gas in the air
They flailed at each other like bugs at a light Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand
And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand
And he topped the rise by the middle of morn
And the old ranger weathered the storm
He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal And a glint of a shaft of chromium steel
Golden age.