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'''Transmaniacon MC''' is the first track from [[Blue Öyster Cult]]'s debut studio album, ''[[Blue Öyster Cult (album)|Blue Öyster Cult]]''. | '''Transmaniacon MC''' is the first track from [[Blue Öyster Cult]]'s debut studio album, ''[[Blue Öyster Cult (album)|Blue Öyster Cult]]''. The song tells the real-life story of the disastrous 1969 Altamont Festival, during which four deaths occurred, from the perspective of the Hell's Angels biker gang that were hired to be security for the event. | ||
== Lyrics == | == Lyrics == | ||
Revision as of 15:28, 27 April 2024
| Artist | Blue Öyster Cult |
|---|---|
| Album | Blue Öyster Cult |
| Released | January 16, 1972 |
| Length | 3:21 |
| Writers | Sandy Pearlman Albert Bouchard Donald Roeser Eric Bloom |
| Lead vocals | Eric Bloom |
Transmaniacon MC is the first track from Blue Öyster Cult's debut studio album, Blue Öyster Cult. The song tells the real-life story of the disastrous 1969 Altamont Festival, during which four deaths occurred, from the perspective of the Hell's Angels biker gang that were hired to be security for the event.
Lyrics
With Satan’s hog, no pig at all
And the weather’s getting dry
We’ll head south from Altamont
In a cold-blood traveled trance
So clear the road, my bully boys
And let some thunder pass
We’re pain, we’re steel, a plot of knives
We’re Transmaniacon MC
Behind the pantry, behind the tree
The ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resound forever
Whose name resounds in terror
And I’m no fool to call that hog
’Cause man, I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC
And surely we did offer up
Behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeah
Pure nectar of antipathy
Behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC
Cry the cable, cry the word
Unknown terror’s here
And won’t you try this tasty snack
Behind the scene or but the back
Which was the stage at Altamont
My humble boys of listless power
We’re pain, we’re steel, a plot of knives
We’re Transmaniacon...
Look, all right! You can feel it!
Trivia
- TBA