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A Golden Age Mistake (Acoustic Folk Version)

A Heartland Acoustic Folk version of A Golden Age Mistake. Same callout of the misguided notion that backwards is any acceptable direction we should be aspiring to go, just in a more neighborly way of saying it. Lyrics and Production by Chad Jones Cover Art by Chad Jones / AI Assisted Lyrics A Golden Age Mistake Intro needle drop, phonograph ambiance over cheerful vaudeville crooning A picket fence around the house, A ribbon round the tree. My wife tending the kitchen, And my children playing free. A good and steady paycheck, And a life that fits my wage. A car in every garage. Oh, give me that Golden Age! Record scratch Heartland Folk Acoustic (Verse 1) Isn’t it charming? Isn’t it sweet? Isn’t it nifty, peachy keen, and super neat? Don’t mean to alarm you, But maybe I do. That Golden Age nostalgia Is a real bad look on you. You see the cozy neighborhoods But miss the hidden scene. The inner cities left to rot, As suburbs were kept “clean.” Keeping out the riff-raff From pursuing the Great Dream, When you say “Let’s Make it Great,” You should just say what you mean. Chorus Not here to persuade you. Not here to distress. But I see what you’re saying. And I’m not impressed. No false accusations. I won’t criticize. But I see who you are, When you buy all those lies. Verse 2 What a novel notion. Work equal to gains? Gosh, that’s just so swell! Do you think it will sustain? The question’s not rhetorical. The answer’s clearly, “No.” Those who question imbalance Are told where they can go. Putting profits before people Is where gold began to spin. Sluffing undesirables off, Weaving straw to market wins. Hedging out the new recruits, Who barely earned their vote. Sidestepping the guardrails, Claiming unearned right to gloat. Chorus Not here to persuade you. Not here to distress. But I see what you’re saying. And I’m not impressed. No false accusations. I won’t criticize. But I see who you are, When you buy all these lies. Refrain: You speak today of Golden Age, And what would make us great. You try to throw us in reverse, And slam that picket gate. Those amber lensed glasses Have got you seeing wrong. But you won’t hear a word of it, You’re bought-in far too strong. A master class in marketing. A whitewash over time. They catered to our ignorance And weaponized each sign. The Golden Age was nothing Like what’s shown on your TV. Father knows jack about today Or what’s our reality. Outro: Your Golden Age is flaking Like a dried-up orange rind. I’m not being contrary Or a miscreant unkind. But those who see the truth Will be here standing in the way. That Golden Age is in the past, And that’s where it should stay.