Mythology, Love, Optimism

Today I woke up with TV On The Radio’s Song “Golden Age” In my mind. YouTube won’t let me embed the video so you should go watch it here. But I’ve posted the lyrics below.

I know there’s a lot of grief and uncertainty and anger about what is happening in our world right now, between our financial troubles and the litany of ongoing troubles of war, poverty, hunger, & oppression. But there is something in me that is incredibly, impossibly optimistic. I know what we have to do is hard. But something in me says – bring it on.

And what is it we have to do? What am I asking for? I’m inspired by this song & this video. I don’t pretend to understand what the symbolism means. I’m not sure I am meant to. What I’m responding to is the idea of creating our own mythologies: in a three minute video, or in our daily interactions with others, or our ideas about who we are and where meaning comes from. Do we subscribe to the mythologies that keep us from knowing ourselves and each other, that keep us in a cycle of blame and remorse? Or do we create a new myth: we are all connected. What we do in our daily lives has an impact on the world. Love is real. Make your own mythology.
Golden Age Lyrics

Heart beat soundin’.
Ricocheting in their cage.
Thought I’d lose my balance.
With the grounds bounce and sway.
And all this violence.
And all this goes away.
And the vibes that rise like.
Fireflies illuminate our play.

Some light being.
Pulled you up from night’s party.
Said clap your hands.
If you think your soul is free.
And the silence was astounding.
‘cept some “Oh Lord!! Mercy Me’s”.
And oh you can’t stop what’s comin’ up.
You’re never gonna stop gonna live it up.
And oh it’s gonna drop gonna fill your cup.
And oh it’s gonna drop gonna fill your cup!

The age of miracles.
The age of sound.
Well there’s a Golden Age.
Comin’ round, comin’round, comin’ round!

Give it up.
‘stead of grabbin’ for decay.
What we viewed as gold.
I believe pollutes this space.
And its grace ascending.
Like a snake up your tree.
Up your happy ending understanding.
All your s’pposed to be.

Let it move right in.
Let it kiss your face.
Let it sow your skin.
In perpetual embrace.
Like I said “Love’s Light is Laughter”.
Like the sun spittin’ happiness into the hereafter.
Oh here it comes like a natural disaster.
Ah blowin’ up like a ghetto blaster.
Ah here it comes, bring it faster!
Ah here it comes, bring it faster!

The age of miracles.
The age of sound.
Well there’s a Golden Age.
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round!!

Love, don’t you falter.
Burnin’ hearts.
Dragged behind.
The horses dancing on the altar.
Hooves breakin’ Gods.
To diamond dust and stars.
And there you are…

Now we’re all allowed to breathe.
Walls dissolve.
With the hunger and the greed.
Move your body.
You’ve got all you need.
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars.
And oh here it comes and it’s not so far.

All light beings.
Come on now make haste..
Clap your hands.
If you think you’re in the right place
Thunder all surroundin’.
Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding.
Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin’.
Never give it up you can feel it mountin’.
Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and.
Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup!!!

The age of miracles.
The age of sound.
Well there’s a Golden Age.
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round!!!!

The age of miracles.
The age of sound.
Well there’s a Golden Age.
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round!!!!