Golden Age by Phish
Heart beat soundin'.
Ricocheting in their cage.
Thought I'd lose my balance.
With the grounds bounce and sway.
And all this violence.
And all this goes away.
And the vibes that rise like.
Fireflies illuminate our play.
Some light being.
Pulled you up from night's party.
Said clap your hands.
If you think your soul is free.
And the silence was astounding.
'Cept some "Oh Lord!! Mercy Me's".
And oh you can't stop what's comin' up.
You're never gonna stop gonna live it up.
And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup.
And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup!
The age of miracles.
The age of sound.
Well there's a Golden Age.
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round!
Give it up.
'Stead of grabbin' for decay.
What we viewed as gold.
I believe pollutes this space.
And its grace ascending.
Like a snake up your tree.
Up your happy ending understanding.
All your s'pposed to be.
Let it move right in.
Let it kiss your face.
Let it sow your skin.
In perpetual embrace.
Like I said "Love's Light is Laughter".
Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter.
Oh here it comes like a natural disaster.
Ah blowin' up like a ghetto blaster.
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