"Golden Age Of Leather" as written by and Roeser/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 way-house, poised on the brink of eternity
Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor
As only drunken soldiers can

And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to care
That each would find his pleasure as he might
For this fantastic night was billed as nothing less than the end of
An age
A last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flaccid plumage

And there was worn no cloth but leather
Made supple by years of stinging cinders
And here were seen the scars of age
For 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 give
We made a vow to die as we had lived

They flew the colors, they began to fight
They flailed at each other like bugs at a light
Bodies and bikes beyond repair
Smell of oil and gas in the air

Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand
And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand
And the old ranger weathered the storm
And he topped the rise by the middle of morn
He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal
And a glint of a shaft of chromium steel

Golden age

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"Golden Age of Leather" as written by Donald Roeser B Abbott

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    General CommentAccording to Bruce Abbott, the song, "Golden Age Of Leather" refers to a group in a motorcycle club reaching a practical endpoint to that lifestyle. Having achieved their "golden age", the bikers make a suicide pact rather than age gracefully, "in this day of flaccid plumage".
    Cumarison February 20, 2012   Link
  • +1
    General CommentDawn colored the sky. . . The ritual ceased. . .
    CharlieGon February 17, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentAnd the glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel. . .
    CharlieGon February 17, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentEasy there CharlieG...
    xlr51on November 29, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWhen I was in high school, we were given an assignment to play and interpret a song. I used this song and it was well received by the class. I converted a few of my classmates into Blue Oyster Cult fans.
    jtg61on April 08, 2015   Link
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    General CommentWould one of you care to take a stab at what this line means?
    "And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to care
    That each would find his pleasure as he might"

    I find it difficult to explain or to attribute to any sort of hidden meaning.
    cubfever7on February 12, 2018   Link
  • -1
    General CommentI wish I was a better person... with more control.
    Awesome song, reminds me of my younger days. Makes me want to drive on back to my dad's house, break out my old harley from his garage, fix it, and ride. It'll never be the same again, but it'll still be fun.
    Nate556on February 18, 2009   Link
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    General CommentI don't know what the lyrics mean, but this song rocks. This album is great, although I don't think the critics cared for it much.
    scarfone58on April 15, 2012   Link

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