Quartet in G Major: II. Vivace - Moderato - Vivace - Jeni Bern, Susan Bisatt, Christopher Robson, William Purefoy, Ian Honeyman, Thomas Guthrie, Choir of the Golden Age, Robert Glenton & Orchestra of the Golden Age

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen The golden age of rock 'n' roll Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for your body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, let's go (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Well, you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz Guitars getting higher and higher The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint Stoke more coke on the fire Ohh, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) The golden age of rock 'n' roll will never die As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry Don't wanna smash, want a smash sensation Don't wanna wreck, just recreation Don't wanna fight, but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you around, gonna mess with the sound The show's gotta move, everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now So if the going gets rough, don't you blame us You ninety-six decibel freaks Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohh, ohh, whoa (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's good for body, it's good for your soul) Ohh, ohh, ohh (It's the golden age of rock 'n' roll) That's all