Golden Age
Heartbeats soundin'
Ricocheting in their cage
Thought I'd lose my balance
With the ground's 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 M-E"'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 you're s'posed 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 as laughter
Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter
Oh, here it comes like a natural disaster
Ah, blowin' up like a ghetto blaster
Oh, here it comes, bring it faster
Oh, here it comes, bring it faster
The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well, there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round
Love, don't you falter
Burnin' hearts dragged behind
The horses dancing on the altar
Hooves breakin' gods
To diamond dust and stars
And there you are
Now we're all allowed to breathe
Walls dissolve
With the hunger and the greed
Move your body
You've got all you need
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars
And, oh, here it comes, and it's not so far
All light beings
Come on now make haste
Clap your hands
If you think you're in the right place
Thunder all surroundin'
Oh, feel it quake with the joy resounding
Palm to the palm, you can feel it poundin'
Never give it up, you can feel it mountin'
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
The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well, there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round
Ricocheting in their cage
Thought I'd lose my balance
With the ground's 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 M-E"'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 you're s'posed 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 as laughter
Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter
Oh, here it comes like a natural disaster
Ah, blowin' up like a ghetto blaster
Oh, here it comes, bring it faster
Oh, here it comes, bring it faster
The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well, there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round
Love, don't you falter
Burnin' hearts dragged behind
The horses dancing on the altar
Hooves breakin' gods
To diamond dust and stars
And there you are
Now we're all allowed to breathe
Walls dissolve
With the hunger and the greed
Move your body
You've got all you need
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars
And, oh, here it comes, and it's not so far
All light beings
Come on now make haste
Clap your hands
If you think you're in the right place
Thunder all surroundin'
Oh, feel it quake with the joy resounding
Palm to the palm, you can feel it poundin'
Never give it up, you can feel it mountin'
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
The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well, there's a golden age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round
Credits
Writer(s): David Andrew Sitek, Gerard Anthony Smith, Babatunde Omoroga Adebimpe, David Kyp Joel Malone, Jaleel Bunton
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