Διαλέγουμε δυο τραγούδια από …επίκαιρα τιτλοφορημένα άλμπουμ των Blue Oyster Cult.
“Mistress Of The Salmon Salt” από το TYRANNY AND MUTATION [1973]
“Before The Kiss (A Redcap)” από το βιβλικό live “ON YOUR FEET OR ON YOUR KNEES” [1975]

We pick two songs from two …timely titled Blue Oyster Cult albums.
“Mistress Of The Salmon Salt” from TYRANNY AND MUTATION [1973]
“Before The Kiss (A Redcap)” from their biblical live ON YOUR FEET OR N YOUR KNEES [1975]

In the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall
Behind the bush there lurks a girl
Who makes them strong and tall
The 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
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
In the fall when plants return
By harvest time she knows the score
Ripe and ready to the eye
Yet rotten somehow to the core
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
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
A harvest of life a 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
For your ripe and ready grave
It’s springtime now and cares subside
And the plannings almost done
And fertile graves it seems exist
Within a mile of that Duke’s joint
Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave
Quite listless in the sun
And the Quicklime girl still plies her trade
Reduction of the many from the one
And they call her
Quicklime girl behind her back
Quicklime girl behind the bush
Quicklime girl
Well she’s the mistress of the salmon salt
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl they call her
Quicklime girl
A harvest of life a harvest of death
Resumes its course each day
It comes as if by schedule
A harvester lifts his arms to the rain
The toes that crawl
The knees that jerk
The necks like swans that seem to turn
As if inclined to gasp or pray


So grab your rose and ringside seat
We’re back home at Conry’s Bar
The blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my Susie, my Susie
Why did we ever start
It’s morning now, you’d never know
The gin, the gin
Glows in the dark
Glows in the dark
And underneath the black light
Underneath it all
Four and forty redheads meet
Come to doom, doom the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif
Their lips apart like swollen rose
Their tongues extend and then retract
A redcap, a redcap
Before the kiss
Before the kiss
Doors like flint and window panes
And endless shadow bar
The owner’s boys have gone to work
We’ll stop big deals behind that bar
While outside on the turnpike
They got this new hit tune
Thrills become as cheap as gas
And gas as cheap as thrills
One threat and mundane here at last
Expect to cross once more
Lecherous, invisible
Beware the limping cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Still ripe and fully bloomed
A rose and not from anywhere
That you would know or I would care
And the owners act most cheerfully
Back home at Conry’s Bar
When their patron’s thoughts at last
Grow too big for their skulls
Awful things are happening
We’ve let this drama fold
And now the time has come at last
To crush the motif of the rose
So grab your rose and ringside seat
We’re back home at Conry’s Bar
The blond girl with her tattoo
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my Susie, my Susie
Why did we ever start
It’s morning now, you’d never know
The gin, the gin
Glows in the dark
Glows in the dark