But, if you think of October, the colors of some of the wilting leaves could refer to the scratching at your fascination, the beauty of the green foliage in the north eastern part of America. I think the song refers to a couple of women the guy knew from a small town, and especially the bar.
He was probably attracted to one of them, who got with someone else. Or, it could be your own fears about your own thoughts and where they really come from. We know it's there, but our eyes are usually closed. Which is why it "never warms".
Then these women are sitting together, but alone what happened to that husband of yours, Susie? As the man views the women, after he's had a few drinks, he comes to a realization. Since the light, and now it's eternal. And we are always interested in danger, ie. It's fixed to us over the generations, and thereby, sensible, intelligent.
And finally, "Astronomy". Since he says he's from the beginning of the light. It appears to be his conclusion, that after one, or many nights in the bar with his friends, in some small town in the northeast, and after so much inward thinking and wonder about the forces that create our reality, he's from the stars.
We're from the stars Hell, we don't know diddly-squat! Now take it people, this is only my interpretation of the song. But it's one on my favorite songs ever.. Every year, Earth crosses the orbital path of Halley's Comet. Earth plows most deeply into this stream of comet debris around May 5 or 6. Metallica made an awesome cover I thought , but both versions kick ass.
But seriously, people are gonna have different opinions on the song and who's better but there's no better version. And third, if anyone doesn't even know what the song is about, read that quote by Sandy Pearlman. Imaginos was his creation, and he co-wrote all those songs. The lyrics are taken from his poetry and his stories.
A lot of the lyrics represent constellations, like "The Queenly Flux". The aliens are the Les Invisibles, and Imaginos is given the choice to join the cult, and then actually finds out he is one of the aliens. I'm not sure if that's right but it's something like that. A second version was recorded on the Imaginos album, they sound similar but they're actually different songs same lyrics. General Comment desdinovas point makes perfect sense General Comment Actually, this song is part of a concept album written by BOC that was released in the 80's called "Imaginos".
I'm not sure why they decided to put just this song on the "Secret Treaties" album and leave of the rest of the connected story. He had to protect his sources because someone else would go and rip him off. On top of that you can overlay a tremendous amount of reading in original alchemical source texts. Then you can add on top of that an entire education in the history of ideas, a degree in philosophy and sociology.
And then you can add on top of that a life-long fascination with H. So those are probably the main sources. I can remember pretty closely where all the things from Workshop of the Telescope came from.
Imaginos even gave Blue Oyster Cult their name. I guess he wrote it back when he was going to graduate school, Brown University. He had dreamt up this whole Imaginos thing, and that was one of the songs. The literary equivalent of Imaginos most often tossed about is Lovecraft and the Necronomicon , or Robert W. These treaties founded a secret science from the stars. The career of evil. Piecing the story together from early Blue Oyster Cult records is impossible.
The music carries the mood — it was my favorite before I ever understood the words. And the words are quite likely the best Pearlman ever composed … invocative, esoteric and opaque.
Even Metallica did a cover of it. By the time the story of Imaginos was known, most of us had already invented different stories in our mind. We had a band house in Eatons Neck, New York. I was the only resident of the house … everyone else lived in a different area, Donald in Melville as I recall.
Most of the songs from Secret Treaties were written in that house. It had propane gas for heating and cooking. I knew that line had to be the start of the song because it is such a magical hour.
We had a house that was on the beach and I went out for a walk. As I was walking along the beach, I had this idea for a melody. The song came pretty fast.
I brought it back and we were rehearsing in the living room of the house that we had rented. I told the guys that I had this song and I started playing it for them.
It was a really good collaboration. Who knows how many layers the lyrics, as well as his other poems contained. And in that you find his genius, the ability to stir the imagination, to guide it on trips to unknown places, where the listener fills in the blanks to make the story personal. Just as the members of Blue Oyster Cult took his ideas and colored them with their own personalities and talents, the listener adds to it, creating something unique. Pearlman had hoped to persuade the members of Blue Oyster Cult into doing Imaginos as a concept album as early as , but the band balked, instead just picking bits and pieces of the story for individual songs.
But as time went on, the band grew more confident in their own ideas and songwriting skills and seemed to feel stifled fitting into the niche that Pearlman wanted to push them into. Plus there were financial advantages to coming into their own. Pearlman and others still provided lyrics, but the band started to wrestle back control of their music, their sound and their image. Whilst it might have broken the mold that Pearlman had poured them into, it was still related to the earlier themes and he certainly appreciated the fame and money that came with being listed as producer on a hit, mainstream record.
After all, it was this kind of fame and influence he wanted the band, and himself to have all along. Agents of Fortune is a great album, more nuanced, more varied in its styles and sound, but no less creepy, and to me, more gothic in a more elegant package.
It was like the switch from black and white horror films to color. By the time of their next album, Specters , the old code seemed to have been lost. Rather than the album sounding like a unified, cinematic piece, the songs and those that came later were self contained. But after that, Blue Oyster Cult was rather hit and miss.
The illusion Pearlman had woven around them was dis-spelled. They were a rock and roll band now, cranking out hits and putting on a show. Albeit an amazing show. Which is where they started actually. They hearken back to an earlier time, more so than brought time forward with them. Eric Bloom came closest, but they seemed like regular people, like the guy next door. And we all know how little we know about him till he goes off the rails one day. In , Pearlman teamed up with Al Bouchard who was no longer with the band, to put together the definitive version of the Imaginos album.
Nightmares ensued, the record company dropped the project and only agreed to pick it back up when Pearlman offered to bring in Buck Dharma and Eric Bloom to finish it up, and call it a Blue Oyster Cult record.
Combined, those colors created Blue Oyster Cult. A half hour or so from here, another small town, Herrin, Illinois has a little music festival, and the headliner the last night is Blue Oyster Cult. A strange old town after dark, clinging to the past, with gothic buildings still lining Main Street, strange, unholy acts taking place behind the windows of the upper floor. And here is Blue Oyster Cult, painting Astronomy onto the starry night sky.
But most of all, I get that same feeling I had as a teenager, stoned at night on country roads, or wandering across Long Island looking for the source, and I realize, all these places fit the music.
James General Store, St. Gothic horror stories, haunted travelogues, a healthy dose of witchcraft, paganism, stone circles and ancient trackways. Meet Todd. To state that music can change ones life is both insane and inane. I am not certain of the former yet the latter is true due to the too hard to grasp dullards that can not conceive of Blue Oyster Cults genius.
My sole regret is that I did not discover them until Agents of fortune. This may seem a shame but being a late bloomer excuse the pun Eric ,has a huge upside. It was not my age that made me this way ,I was twenty one when I found the blessed cult,but the upside was that soon after taking in Agents of fortune I was ready to cram.
My obsession was rampant,I bought every one of their former recordings and with my dollar Delta 88 I put in a dollar car stereo. Until then my ears were not lame I just was not turned onto great music,I thought the lame ass REO speed wagon band was cool!
But then came the marijuana and the slow reality of what rock music should be. Because my mind was geared in a way that was beyond satisfied with the grey areas of mystery within them.
The question mark of music hung in limbo in a cushy cave of the just out of reach unknown tucked away in a small cranny that was well worth digging for! The Doors had obscure yet not profound poetry,a wild charismatic drunken showman,Pink Floyd had brilliant artistic chemistry, forgive the standard ,plus top notch studio skills.
Yet none of these could topple what BOC had,the songs. In other words we did not know it was them,they were the underdogs. They did not need a frontman,they did not need the studios nonhuman mastery they only needed to be that unknown band from Long Island. Its kind of funny but after reading a for sure overwhelming number of music reviews,documentaries etc.
It is the drugs,come on folks the Culture Club would sound awesome on acid nooooo dolast ten yangEven odder are the visions many see while listening to music. I believe these borderline hallucinations are drowned by the fallacy of trying too hard to catch a buzz,something unheard of in a young mind.
I am now 59 yet I distinctly remember a vision I saw when I was in my early twenties and it certainly was brought to me by a a higher power,BOC,and it certainly was brought upon by not their greatest song.
While smoking s weed one day I was listening to the end of True Confessions and in maybe the last ten seconds of the song I saw two young people casually skipping out of my smoke filled daydream that I will never forget.
It has been almost forty years ago so stick that in your BOC pipe a pipe no other band is worth of smoking from. Thanks for the insightful article,you rock! Your email address will not be published. Skip to content. Long Island is ripe with hauntings, urban legends, UFO sightings and other weirdness, with many centered on or near the north shore.
They'll probably do '[ Don't Fear The] Reaper' or one of the usuals. And I'm going, 'Oh, this is good. But I was really excited. I'll never forget that feeling. The hair stands up on the back of my neck when I hear James [ Hetfield ] singing the melody that I wrote while I was walking on the beach. We went to the premiere of the album at a place in New York City, and they were really nice to us, and they were happy that we were happy with the way they did it.
Not everybody is happy when you get a cover. Sometimes the cover is [not that great]. I was doing all kinds of different things at the time — I was working in a publishing company; I learned the book business; I got my master's degree in music.
You know, [I was] doing all this kind of crazy stuff that I wanted to do — go back to college. And I said, 'I've gotta get back into writing songs again. It was that huge all over the world. I would get statements from, like, Brazil and Argentina and France and Germany.
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