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Echoes of Our Golden Days

Song Title: Echoes of Our Golden Days Written By: Mathew Aurelia Generated With: Suno v5 Sound Prompt: Mid-Tempo; 80-100 BPM; Indietronica Pop with Alternative Dance and Funky Disco overtones; Airy, slightly driven indie-pop vocals transitioning into soaring falsettos; catchy hypnotic chorus, powerful and hypnotizing; lush wide-stereo falsetto background vocals; modern hybrid instrumentation; melodic picked electric bass; warbly analog synthesizers; jangly rhythm guitar; crystal clear post-production; upbeat; groovy; playful; dynamic tempo; high-class; masterful quality; masterpiece; danceable; Inspiration: Was looking for a more groovy genre, and used some inspiration from various bands I've heard in the past but I was also looking for something more contemporary rather than simply a 70s callback. The lyrics actually went through three major shifts over the course of writing it before it finally landed here. It wasn't as straight-forward as I initially thought it might be. Lyrics: Whispers through the radio, calling out my name, Summoning memories, I’m seeking to reclaim. Driving down an avenue, of old forgotten dreams, Seeking out the launchpad for distant groovy scenes. Living for those funky nights... (We let our spirits soar!) Floating on those tripped-out flights... (Always wantin’ more!) Now we’re dancin' in the echoes of our golden days, Oooh, spinnin' vinyl records in a heated haze. We paint the nights with rhythm, make the midnights quake, Drifting through delirium until the daylight breaks. Got a story in my pocket, swiped with sleight of hand, Of technicolor daydreams in a funked-up wonderland. From Brooklyn roofs to the Bronx, disco takes command, While tragic tunes and sorry songs become the contraband. Living for those funky nights... (We let our spirits soar!) Floating on those tripped-out flights... (It rises in our core!) Now we’re dancin' in the echoes of our golden days, Oooh, spinnin' vinyl records in a heated haze. We paint the nights with rhythm, make the midnights quake, Drifting through delirium until the daylight breaks. Now the moonlight rises, we're cruisin' to the flow, Rhythm runnin’ in our veins, nostalgia burning slow. Old and new begin to fuse, as pop and funk collide. We fill the tank with stardust, blow this cosmic ride. (Yeah!) Now we’re dancin' in the echoes of our golden days, Oooh, spinnin' vinyl records in a heated haze. We paint the nights with rhythm, make the midnights quake, Drifting through delirium until the daylight breaks. Weavin’ ways through sentiment of psychedelic bands, Find 'em bloomin’ endlessly in funky, dreamlike lands. With a hush of reverence, from deep inside our souls, Boom and blast the volume as this mystic cycle rolls. Now we’re dancin' in the echoes of our golden days, Oooh, spinnin' vinyl records in a heated haze. We paint the nights with rhythm, make the midnights quake, Drifting through delirium until the daylight breaks. Now we’re fadin’ from the funk, Sunlight on new golden days… Those retro-vibes, never sunk, Just soaked-up gilded rays...