Age of Gold

by Stephen Frost

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Watch the video "Behind 'Age of Gold'" on youtube to learn more about what inspired this song and the making of it!

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released January 4, 2013

Age of Gold
#1 of the Paris Métro project - dedicated to Odéon.

Piano, Synth, Percussion - Stephen Frost
Cover Art - Shana Shadeghi-Ray
Art Direction - Stephen Frost
Mastered by - Mandy Parnell
Engineered by, Recorded by, Mixed by - Stephen Frost

Recorded in Whitney's closet, Richmond, Virginia. Mastered at Black Saloon, London.

All songs © 2007 Stephen Frost (BMI)

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Track Name: Age of Gold
i like what you said about antonin artaud,
how silent films still bring the tears to your eyes,
and life, though it's cruel, is the only thing we've left
so joyful, at its hopelessness and lies.

i know that things have been much better,
but we can try, we can try.
and i can hardly stand this weather,
light of my life, of my life,
we can try, we can try.

swim in the sea, anything to stay undrowned,
there's tears and drinks enough when we're undone.
at least there's still smiles of a summer night,
when even darkness can't escape the sun.

i like what you said about le marquis de sade,
how no one's really read him, you can tell.
and all of those words that they hold in such disdain,
they taste delicious bound and off the shelf.
Track Name: Age of Gold (demo)
i like what you said about antonin artaud,
how silent films still bring the tears to your eyes,
and life, though it's cruel, is the only thing we've left
so joyful, at its hopelessness and lies.

i know that things have been much better,
but we can try, we can try.
and i can hardly stand this weather,
light of my life, of my life,
we can try, we can try.

swim in the sea, anything to stay undrowned,
there's tears and drinks enough when we're undone.
at least there's still smiles of a summer night,
when even darkness can't escape the sun.

i like what you said about le marquis de sade,
how no one's really read him, you can tell.
and all of those words that they hold in such disdain,
they taste delicious bound and off the shelf.