THE GOLDEN AGE. Beck - The Golden Age Lyrics. Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Let the desert wind Cool your aching head Let the weight of the world Drift away instead. Blue Oyster Cult~ Leather Golden Age.
Put your hands on the wheelLet the golden age beginLet the window downFeel the moonlight on your skinLet the desert windCool your aching headLet the weight of the worldDrift away instead
I came here willingly/ And I will go down valiantly/ We made a vow To give it all we had to give/ We made a vow To die as we had lived/ They flew the colors they began to fight They flailed at each other like bugs at a light Bodies and bikes beyond repair/ Smell of oil and gas in the air Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand/ The old ranger weathered the storm And he topped the rise by the middle of morn/ He saw rippled dunes Calm and surreal And the glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel/ Golden Age Golden Age Golden Age Golden Age Golden Age Golden Age Golden Age
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We sing: La lalalalala la We sing: la lala la lalaLalalalalala la We sing: La lalalala
This is the Golden Age It's hard to imagine with the way I feel today that this is the Golden Age The Golden Age
Living on the edge of the city limit lineThis is where the boundary finally endsAnd I swear that we're the last living souls in a populated ghost townAll the billboards are our best friendsWhich way did our last chance go and can weGet out if we go right now?