Blue Oyster Cult

I am becalmed in virtue,
Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams.
Warm weather- holocaust,
The tears of God flow as I bleed.
Left to die by two good friends,
Abandoned me and put to sleep.
On a shore where oyster beds,
Seem plush as down,
And ripe enough for the Luxor dream.
Recall the dream of Luxor,
How fluids will arrive.
As if by call or schedule,
Resume through the morning tide.
Where entry is by seaweed gate,
And plan the plan of dreams,
To lose oneself in rebirth,
In all that is and all that seems.
So ladies, fish, and gentlemen,
Here’s my angled dream,
See me in the blue sky bag,
And meet me by the sea.
The Oyster Boys are swimming now,
To claim me back from the dead.
The creatures back from vertigo,
They fear to fall but haven’t fell,
Will reclaim tries and try again.
The Oyster Boys are swimming now,
Hear them chatter on the tide;
Of the lost and language lost,
Hear them chatter on the tide.
We understand, We understand, We understand,
And so do I,
We understand, We understand,
But fright is real, and so am I.
So ladies, fish, and gentlemen,
Here’s my angled dream,
See me in the blue sky bag,
And meet me by the sea.
The entry to lost vestibule,
Opens on the bay.
An instant shape of Mercury,
Lost and then retained.
An instant is an eyelash,
Caught on the tide.
Imaginos!
Below this bay, and then beside...
The Oyster Boys are swimming now,
One deal is what we made.
Forest keys and Whirlwind cold,
Green keys too and keys of gold.
Even locks that won’t explode,
When the skies become a scroll.
Having lost it’s entrance...
See that’s the deal we made,
Just to join the Oyster Cult,
The Blue Oyster Cult
We understand, we understand, we understand
(Blue Oyster Cult)
(repeat til end)