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The Reaper
Blue Öyster Cult Lyrics


All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness)
Another 40,000 coming everyday (we can be like they are)

Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on, baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper)

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Written by: Donald Roeser

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Peter

LYRICS:

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain... we can be like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

La la la la la
La la la la la

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity... Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday... We can be like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

La la la la la
La la la la la

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared... saying don't be afraid
Come on baby... and she had no fear
And she ran to him... then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye... she had become like they are
She had taken his hand... she had become like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper



Kyra

Very true. It’s like I said to someone the other day “I want to live, but I could die in a car accident tomorrow and it could all be over.”

Two weeks ago, I witnessed a car accident that, had the guardrail not been there, would have plowed into a wave of oncoming interstate traffic including me.

As it is, I was lucky the projectiles didn’t hit through the driver’s window into me. They struck the cars to the left and right of me, both of which swerved off into each shoulder after taking projectile hits

The projectiles went all over the road in front of and in the air above me; everything happened so fast, there’s still no news on it, but it was insane.

Sunday May 8, 2022 at about 1:25 pm - 1:30 pm, two white cars lost control somewhere close to mile marker 336 I think — they had just come out from under an overpass located between exits 329 and 341— and they went left of center into the guardrail on FL S I-75.

It looked like one white car was cutting the other off and they both were going fast into the guardrail and each other simultaneously.

Projectiles flew off across the median onto and in front of oncoming traffic on N I-75 immediately.

Everything happened so fast, but it was like you saw it all in slow motion and the life flashes before your eyes like “Oh this could be it. This could be the end of everything in the next half minute.”

Not everywhere has a guardrail on I-75, so it’s scary

And with a car to the left and right of me, and then more behind me in each lane, the only way to go is forward into the line of fire

I was also lucky no one plowed into me with infamous Florida driving skills in all the chaos

Blessed

And then, just a few hours ago, with eating dinner, I survived a surprise, very sudden anaphylactic reaction with multiple systemic reactions (inner ears & throat itching with severe chest pain/cramps/contractions and nausea) in less than a minute, really just a few seconds, after eating the allergen. Nothing short of amazing how my lungs, despite having asthma, weren’t affected to my knowledge—no wheezing, no airway closing off, but almost all of the anaphylactic symptoms were present. And even though I vomited almost immediately with my body becoming nauseous to protect itself, my body took almost 2 hours to recover from the allergen being inside me for less than 3 minutes.

I don’t have an epi pen since I didn’t know about the allergy

It’s amazing to me how quick we consume something can affect us systemically; even though my body hadn’t even really digested the allergen, it detected it and immediately went into overdrive within seconds. The things we consume really do affect us quickly, even seemingly topically/superficially when first ingested. It’s crazy.

You could be gone in a few seconds, less than half a minute, just like that, doesn’t take much.

People never know when their time is; it’s just best to touch as many lives as you can, hold nothing down, save and heal as many lives as possible, enjoy life as best you can yet strike the balance of preparing for the future. Then when it’s your time, you can go with no regrets.

I’m feeling blessed to be alive after a close second accidental brush with death within 14 days

“To cheat death is a power only one has achieved but if we work together, I know we can discover the secret.”
—Palpatine, the Senate 🤣

Just kidding. 🤣 You shouldn’t join the dark side or pledge yourself to a Sith Lord to try to be immortal. It’s not the Jedi way.



Richard Wright

Every time they turn on the big magnet in the wrecking yard across the river, I get the
double vision and the ringing in my ears. The milk in the refrigerator turns sour, the dogs start
chasing their tails and the springs in the mattress begin to vibrate in Morse Code - usually
desperate S.O.S. pleas from ships that sunk decades ago.

It’s Time to Go Elsewhere when they turn on that big magnet in the wrecking yard
across the river, so I get in the truck and drive east, hoping I can manage to once again keep the
vehicle safely on the road, despite the tinnitus and the compromised vision and having to
swerve around the numerous box turtles which inexplicably begin crawling their way across
various points along Zion Highway. Whenever they turn on the big magnet in the wrecking
yard across the river.


If I can make it as far as the Yoderstoltz Farm, I'm usually okay, and will park behind
their tobacco barn for awhile and flip on the radio, an inevitably this is the song that's playing.
When my vision gets back to normal and the ringing subsides, I'm worried that the dogs are going to eventually stroke out and die back where I left them, or I'm going to forget to throw out the milk when I finally get back home.

Or I’ve arrived on one of those days when Flan Yoderstoltz, who is mentally disturbed, decides
to come out and run around naked in and out of the tobacco barn for awhile. Flan is
approximately the same age as me, and he’s been a source of woe for his mother and father
since he was a toddler - when he developed the habit of heading directly toward the most
dangerous precipice, object or chemical in his immediate surroundings, as soon as he figured out
how to roll off his blanket and crawl.

My wife Dixie often asks why I never seek shelter somewhere other than Yoderstoltz’
during “Magnet Time,” and I don't have a really good answer except to say that the tobacco
barn is the closest place I can think of that's as far away from the magnet I can get to in the
shortest amount of time.

"It's just a damned junkyard,," she said the other day just before I slapped the carton of 2
percent out of her hand as she was removing it from the fridge, but before she had a chance to
pour herself a glass. The big magnet had been turned on earlier that afternoon, and I had yet to
throw out the milk or check on the dogs.
"And the milk is fine, for Christ's sake," she added, falling to her knees on the kitchen
floor in tears.

I am growing increasingly curious as to why Dixie is never around and her phone always
goes to voicemail, when they turn on the big magnet at the wrecking yard across the river. She
never sees the dogs doing what they do, or hears the mattress pleading for rescue from the perils
of the deep blue sea - and she swears she has never seen a box turtle on Zion Highway, or for
that matter, anywhere near here. This has been going on for two and a half years, and she is
invariably elsewhere when the low, barely perceptible scraping sound from across the river
commences and whatever breeze that's blowing begins to carry the fragrance of hot ozone.Every time they turn on the big magnet in the wrecking yard across the river, I get the
double vision and the ringing in my ears. The milk in the refrigerator turns sour, the dogs start
chasing their tails and the springs in the mattress begin to vibrate in Morse Code - usually
desperate S.O.S. pleas from ships that sunk decades ago.
It’s Time to Go Elsewhere when they turn on that big magnet in the wrecking yard
across the river, so I get in the truck and drive east, hoping I can manage to once again keep the
vehicle safely on the road, despite the tinnitus and the compromised vision and having to
swerve around the numerous box turtles which inexplicably begin crawling their way across
various points along Zion Highway. Whenever they turn on the big magnet in the wrecking
yard across the river.

I can make it as far as the Yoderstoltz Farm, I'm usually okay, and will park behind
their tobacco barn for awhile and flip on the radio, but even when my vision gets back to normal
and the ringing subsides, I'm worried that the dogs are going to eventually stroke out and die
back where I left them, or I'm going to forget to throw out the milk when I finally get back home.
Or I’ve arrived on one of those days when Flan Yoderstoltz, who is mentally disturbed, decides
to come out and run around naked in and out of the tobacco barn for awhile. Flan is
approximately the same age as me, and he’s been a source of woe for his mother and father
since he was a toddler - when he developed the habit of heading directly toward the most
dangerous precipice, object or chemical in his immediate surroundings, as soon as he figured out
how to roll off his blanket and crawl.
My wife Dixie often asks why I never seek shelter somewhere other than Yoderstoltz’
during “Magnet Time,” and I don't have a really good answer except to say that the tobacco
barn is the closest place I can think of that's as far away from the magnet I can get to in the
shortest amount of time.
"It's just a damned junkyard,," she said the other day just before I slapped the carton of 2
percent out of her hand as she was removing it from the fridge, but before she had a chance to
pour herself a glass. The big magnet had been turned on earlier that afternoon, and I had yet to
throw out the milk or check on the dogs.
"And the milk is fine, for Christ's sake," she added, falling to her knees on the kitchen
floor in tears.
I am growing increasingly curious as to why Dixie is never around and her phone always
goes to voicemail, when they turn on the big magnet at the wrecking yard across the river. She
never sees the dogs doing what they do, or hears the mattress pleading for rescue from the perils
of the deep blue sea - and she swears she has never seen a box turtle on Zion Highway, or for
that matter, anywhere near here. This has been going on for two and a half years, and she is
invariably elsewhere when the low, barely perceptible scraping sound from across the river
commences and whatever breeze that's blowing begins to carry the fragrance of hot ozone.



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MegaJSK123

Just had a night out in the the city, my mate blasted this beautiful piece of music in the car ride home! 👌

Philip Davanzo

Remember it was played in the car in the original movie Halloween. Only joking. Lol

Daymen Leo

Yea i always felt this was 90s grunge when i looked in to it the info was 1977??? oka it sounds pure grunge and its from that mike J ghost 90s movie

Ras Alghul

Hopefully Michael was not stalking you in the background

Greg Boardman

yes nice song but it was a hit they had better tunes

john bono

what a great experience,touring in a R V coming from seven day trip through Arizona, a joke about being "born to be wild" it came on the radio.Can you imagine my reaction...a wonderful time.

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Charlotte Hatcher 208

I'm 25 years old dancing around to this song with my 70 year old parents and 4 year old daughter, may this song live forever 🤍 RIP 🕊️

Daymen Leo

your parents are 55 if I'm 33 and my parents are in their 60s

Arthur Mulkey

I Hear Ya!!! this is one of my Favorite all time classics - great to play on both drums and guitar - quite complicated ... :)

Kyle Parent

That sounds like a whole vibe and I love it ! Cherish those moments

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