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Listen to The Revolution By Night by Blue Öyster Cult
ALBUMThe Revolution By NightBlue Öyster Cult
Listen to Blue Öyster Cult Essentials featuring Blue Öyster Cult
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Öyster Cult
Blue Öyster Cult
Performer
Buck Dharma
Buck Dharma
Vocals
Eric Bloom
Eric Bloom
Vocals
Albert Bouchard
Albert Bouchard
Drums
Joe Bouchard
Joe Bouchard
Bass
Allen Lanier
Allen Lanier
Keyboards
Rick Downey
Rick Downey
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buck Dharma
Buck Dharma
Composer
Patti Smith
Patti Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Fairbairn
Bruce Fairbairn
Producer

Lyrics

Well I bumped inside the magic man And he laid some tricks on me He said, "You do need help my friend" I whispered... "Obviously" He laid a spread of Jacks and Queens And he bade me take my pick But every face it had your face I cried out, "I am sick" Sick of hauling your love around Want to run my train alone But the engine tracks straight through your heart And weighs me like a stone Oh, it's a hard load to love you It takes up all my time, having you So familiar Like last life's Nursery rhyme So I gave away the pictures And your golden ring And the phone calls you sent me And the silver birds that sing Then the man he told me something That really brought me down Your things were thrown away, it's true But you were still in town Sick of hauling your love around Wanna run my train alone But the engine tracks straight through your heart And weighs me like a stone Oh, it's a hard load to love you It takes up all my time, having you So familiar Like last life's Nursery rhyme The magician left a message It flashes when I hide Accept the chains of loving Accept or else remove yourself from her side And do without her love And I lay back with a steel chain I keep it by my side I could mail a letter to you but I still Have my pride Sick of hauling your love around Wanna run my train alone But the engine tracks straight through your heart And weighs me like a stone Three times I've sent you back from me Three times my bones gone dry And three times I've seen the shooting shark Lighting up the sky Oh, it's a hard load to love you, babe It takes my breath away The fourth time round Is the last time round There's nothing else to say.
Writer(s): Donald Roeser, Patti Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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