Age of Myth

By Richard E. Moore

This song is a strange one for me. It started out as one thing and kind of merged into something entirely different. Of course, I often have no idea where i'm going until I get there ... or when I don't. This song is basically about a longing for a golden age - whether it's childhood days of freedom and joy, or an America pre-9/11 and George Bush. But either our memories pale before the actual moment, or the actual moment pales against our idealized memories. Myself, I've spent a lot of time pining for times or people that have long gone, only to find that in doing so I've let myself neglect the joy of existence, the wonder of Now.

it was over before you woke up
the age of myth is dead
isn't it time that spoke up
from the prisons in your head

if i could bring back the age of myth
well i would

the revolution wasn't televised this time
while you were in your bed
back rooms black hearts black curtains and black ties
the age of myth is dead

if i could bring back the age of myth
well i would

sweet dreams
close your eyes
the sky is falling down
the night dies
the night dies
these dreams remember you
these dreams remember you
and the night dies
the night dies

if i could bring back the age of myth
well i would

well it was over before you woke up