You could make a movie out of almost any Blue Oyster Cult song. From the very beginning their music and lyrics are layered in conflict and mystery, daring listeners to draw conclusions about what they were listening to. I've recently been sketching how these songs might have looked had they been put to film instead of music. Here is my conclusion about the third song off their first LP, "Then Came the Last Days of May," sold here as an arthouse crime film.
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