Before the Kiss, a Redcap

"Before the Kiss, a Redcap" is the fifth track from Blue Öyster Cult's first studio album, Blue Öyster Cult. Its lyrics are inspired by a real event witnessed by Sandy Pearlman, in which a biker offered him a barbiturate to be taken via a kiss.

Blue Öyster Cult

 * Eric Bloom - lead vocals, stun guitar, keyboards
 * Donald "Buck Dharma" Roeser - lead guitar, vocals
 * Allen Lanier - keyboards, guitar
 * Joe Bouchard - bass, vocals
 * Albert Bouchard - drums, vocals

Production

 * David Lucas - producer, engineer
 * Murray Krugman - associate producer
 * Sandy Pearlman - associate producer
 * Bill Robertson - engineer

Lyrics
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

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