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gold & youth - 90s night lyrics

come on, let’s talk about it
and not just reminisce, before the dream police come and take this too

you’re my favourite thing
well it’s not even a question, but it’s a big idea, alright

well it’s safe to say that it all started, in these scummy little bars
pumping bloghouse remixes and then it was straight into a 90’s night
we can’t be held responsible, it was 2009 and the chorus and the refrain of every song was “anything is possible”

our love was like a firework, in that it was truly thrilling bеcause it went off at the wrong timе
with a total disregard for bystanders and if they heard this, i dunno what they’d do, but f+ck em, i didn’t make this for them, i made it for you

so as the horizon of the possible starts to look just a little smaller
and we listen back on these inelegant yelps over a recursive feedback loop harkening to the simpler times and simpler pleasures

before we gave in and gave way to the milquetoast surrender and
to the psychedelics that help you optimize
and to the death and taxes i planned on avoiding with you

well forget what you see
and forever remember me, at a 90s night in 2009
when the dream was alive, and you were mine

so before they put us out to pasture, on some woo woo psycho factory retirement farm
placated by the soothing tones of some future chillwave renaissance
just before we come clean about the hallucinations of innovation and how it’s just a toaster that watches you sleep
before we admit that maybe we were swindled and atomized by some technocratic maestros who promised you they knew best

so if these artifacts, are in fact, the fading echoes of a dream machine going kaputt
then turn the dial

to the new age anthems for a lost generation cut adrift of
new puritans, and the keyboard warriors, and the midnight jabronis, and the crystal grifters, and the digital serfs of our gilded age, romanced by some cold war geeks with a new red scare
even the mid century modern bolo tied patio rose sippers, all these would be iconoclasts
bamboozled by the last great hope, and mystified by the total seduction of self, united at last
in your light i would still tell them to

- gold youth lyrics

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