| Artist | Blue Öyster Cult |
|---|---|
| Album | Curse of the Hidden Mirror |
| Released | June 5, 2001 |
| Length | 4:15 |
| Writers | John Shirley Donald Roeser |
| Lead vocals | Donald Roeser |
Pocket is the fourth track from Blue Öyster Cult's thirteenth studio album, Curse of the Hidden Mirror.
Lyrics
The blossoms are falling
Making a white path across the grass
Thunderheads are building
Your skin tightens and you wait for the flash
Across the street, the boys are laughing
As they wash each other's cars
They turn up the hip-hop, white boys
Rapping with the black stars
Are you in the pocket of the moment (In this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (In this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Overhead a rumble, it's not thunder
It's a seven-forty-seven
The postman grumbles, it's past eleven
The street is sixth, it should be seventh
You hear the chiming of the ice cream truck
Rambling like in a dream
I hear your footsteps behind me
The sweetest eddy in the stream
Are you in the pocket of the moment (In this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (In this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Are you in the pocket of the moment (In this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (In this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Are you in the pocket of the moment (In this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (In this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
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