The Age
Have you heard the news?
The troubadour is dead
The DJ is king
of a crowd that’s never read
Long live the copy of
the copy of the dream
no melody begins
no sanctuary sings
the echo of the echo of the din
this age we’re in
We hear the pounding of a dance floor
In the middle of the day
We are the joyless, we are the ageless
We have prescriptions for our sins
No melody begins
No sanctuary sings
the echo of the echo of the din
this age we’re in
I feel the empire crushing towns
Through my consul here at play
I feel generations looking down
At the artless world I’ve staged
No melody begins
No sanctuary sings
the echo of the echo of the din
this age we’re in
Have you heard the news?
The troubadour is dead
The DJ is king
of a crowd that’s never read
Long live the copy of
the copy of the dream
no melody begins
no sanctuary sings
the echo of the echo of the din
this age we’re in
We hear the pounding of a dance floor
In the middle of the day
We are the joyless, we are the ageless
We have prescriptions for our sins
No melody begins
No sanctuary sings
the echo of the echo of the din
this age we’re in
I feel the empire crushing towns
Through my consul here at play
I feel generations looking down
At the artless world I’ve staged
No melody begins
No sanctuary sings
the echo of the echo of the din
this age we’re in
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