I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough
To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to Blindman's Bluff
A suburb now of river roads
Where quandary and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery is sometimes that of fear
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Oh, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough
To shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to Blindman's Bluff
So, packed with eyes that glow like coals
And pointing towards the North
Oh, my boat left New Orleans in 1829
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
My destination is a secret
And the doctrine is soft
And just between the verse and me
It's a place where you can see
Lost, last, and luminous
Scored to sky, yet never found
Relics of jewels and ant-track tools
A true ghost dance rehearsal ground
Oh-oh! (Oh!)
Oh-oh! (Oh!)
Oh-oh-oh! (Oh-oh!)
Oh-oh! (Oh!)
Oh-oh! (Oh!)
Oh-oh-oh! (Oh-oh!)
Yeah!
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Oh, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Oh, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
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I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough
To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to Blindman's Bluff
A suburb now of river roads
Where quandary and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery is sometimes that of fear
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough
To shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to Blindman's Bluff
So, packed with eyes that glow like coals
And pointing towards the North
My boat left New Orleans in 1829
Let's go!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
My destination is secret
And the doctrine is soft
But just between the verse and me
It's a place where you can see
Lost, last, and luminous
Scored to sky, yet never found
Relics of jewels and ant-track tools
A true ghost dance rehearsal ground
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
[cheering]
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
Yeah, 'cause I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio, Del Rio, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio, Del Rio, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
From up the river (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio (Oh, Del Rio)
(Oh, Del Rio)
(Oh, Del Rio)
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Del Rio's Song
Artist | Blue Öyster Cult |
---|---|
Album | Imaginos Re Imaginos |
Released | July 1988 (Imaginos) November 6, 2020 (Re Imaginos) |
Length | 5:31 (Imaginos) 5:59 (Re Imaginos) |
Writers | Sandy Pearlman Albert Bouchard |
Lead vocals | Eric Bloom (Imaginos) Albert Bouchard (Re Imaginos) |
Del Rio's Song is the fourth track from Blue Öyster Cult's eleventh studio album, Imaginos, as well as the second track from Albert Bouchard's third studio album Re Imaginos.
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough
To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to Blindman's Bluff
A suburb now of river roads
Where quandary and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery is sometimes that of fear
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough
To shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to Blindman's Bluff
So, packed with eyes that glow like coals
And pointing towards the North
My boat left New Orleans in 1829
Let's go!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
My destination is secret
And the doctrine is soft
But just between the verse and me
It's a place where you can see
Lost, last, and luminous
Scored to sky, yet never found
Relics of jewels and ant-track tools
A true ghost dance rehearsal ground
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
[cheering]
I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
Yeah, 'cause I've lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio, Del Rio, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio, Del Rio, Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
From up the river (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio's Song (Oh, Del Rio)
Del Rio (Oh, Del Rio)
(Oh, Del Rio)
(Oh, Del Rio)
Trivia[edit | edit source]
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