Текст песни Blue Oyster Cult - DEL RIO`S SONG
Blue Oyster Cult - DEL RIO`S SONG слова песни
I`ve lived upon The edge of chanceFor twenty years or more And this is what my friends all meanBy Del Rio`s song.......Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioWhen time gets slow, and rivers freezeI think you`d know enough To call in touch that outer frame The inner gain, a sullen gulchWhich opens up on the way to Blindman`s BluffA suburb now of River RoadsWhere quandry and sublime improveThe sight whose imagery Is sometimes that of fear I`ve lived upon The edge of chanceFor twenty years or more And this is what my friends all meanBy Del Rio`s song.......Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioWhen time gets slow, and rivers freezeI think you`d know enough To shut the gates of walled town wallsAnd putting up some good rum punch Forget the way to Blindman`s Bluff So packed with eyes That glow like coalsAnd pointing towards the NorthOh my boat left New Orleans in 1829!Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!My destination is a secret And the doctrine is softAnd just between the verse and me It`s a place where you can seeLost, last and luminousScored to sky yet never foundRelics of jewelsAnd ant-track tools A true ghost danceRehearsal GroundI`ve lived upon The edge of chanceFor twenty years or more And this is what my friends all meanI`ve lived upon The edge of chanceFor twenty years or more And this is what my friends all meanBy Del Rio`s song.......Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del RioDel Rio`s Song..........Oh, Del Rio