Gaiety in the Golden Age - Aaron Kenny | Instrumental

The fading temple bells calm the waves. The world rocks carefully. The sand draws its constellations in the moonlight. The clocks turn back time to greet the Spring, While abandoned dolls in the seaweed dream with open pearl eyes, Among whales Snoring dark frequencies into the night. We dream of stones now. All the softness is gone. Salt alters all that remains. It shapes pebbles and eternal thirst. It carves up your body, so that you too will vapourise And the rain will carry you out to sea Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum It rings louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when we were young and out of our minds Out of our minds Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that's just a dream As breathing in and out with my beating heart It beats louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when I was young and out of my mind Out of my mind

Comin' home from work today I saw our future And old man and his wife were holdin' hands They were sittin' on a front porch swing like two young lovers I waved to them as I went by then I realized That life does not grow dimmer with the settin' of the sun The best years of our lives still are yet to come. In our old age love will just get better The longer we're together, we'll grow stronger everyday Our bodies may get weaker and our hair will turn gray But love will never fade in our age (love will never fade). One day the kids will all be grown and they'll be leavin' And it will be like it was years ago We'll be sittin' on the front porch swing like two young lovers 'Cause today I just saw what our future holds...

I wish I lived in the Golden Age, giving it up on the Broadway stage. Hang with the rats and smoke cigars, have a break with Frank and count the stars. Dressed to the nines, we've had to much. Shiny jewels, casino cash. Tapping feet, wanna take the lead. A trip back in time is all I need! Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey! Sing it out loud, get away with me! Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey! Sing it out loud and let yourself free! I'm on my way, gonna make it big, gonna make the songs for the chicks to dig. It's really hot and a little bit sour, we're getting your strength to maximum power. Flying away from reality, whatever ever happened to gravity? I see it clear, a shooting star! I'm a really good singer la-di-da-da-da! Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey! Sing it out loud, get away with me! Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey! Sing it out loud and let yourself free! 2x Ooooh, Silver screen on a rainy day, sally balls in a cabaret. Shaking sticks, oh what a show, rushing joy from tip to toe. Rambling down the boulevard, with a fire burning in a wooden heart. My mind is set, I walk the line! But I never really thought it would feel this fine! Yeah! Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey! Sing it out loud, get away with me! Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey! Sing it out loud and let yourself free! Sing it out loud, gonna get back honey! Sing it out loud, get away with me! Sing it out loud, on a trip back honey! Sing it out loud and let yourself free!

All our monkeys have monkeys We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear You say what you want but filth is all that they hear I've got the jigger to make all you bigger Ladies und gentlemen So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not late You tramps and lunatics Here's a trick that's gonna make you click We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril Put on your black face, and your god is gone We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We sing la la, la la, la la lah We sing la la, la la, lah La la, la la, la la, lah We sing la la, la la, la la lah