Peter Hammill - Jeunesse dorée lyrics

The youth are voting with their feet, such a shame that the dance-beat gets so complicated. Pretty, pretty it seems... on second glance, the look is overrated. In the hot-house there's a magic potion, timeless motion... Now and again now lasts forever; jeunesse d'orée gilding the lily of pleasure. The youth are voting with their clothes, such a shame that the hip pose is so calculated. Round and round it goes: how careless the rapture that's overstated. In the picture lost devotion, waveless ocean. Time and again style goes out of fashion; jeunesse d'orée taking the heat out of pa**ion. Look at the kid with the golden touch, check out the stony expression; look at the man with the golden arm and the sensational lesson. Follow-my-leader's a game we can play till we swallow the tail without thinking: catch the hook, toe the line never mind that we're sinking! The youth are voting themselves in... but the wheel takes a fresh spin and they find tomorrow gaudy garments worn thin, all at best rent and the worst are borrowed. Closing orders, fading nation, dissipation... time and again, time's unforgiving; jeunesse d'orée gilding the lily of living. Now and again now lasts forever; jeunesse d'orée gilding the lily of pleasure. ...Cut.