Jeunesse d'Orée - Peter Hammill

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 lost-house there’s a magic potion,

timeless motion…

Now and again now lasts forever;

Jeuness d’oree gliding the lily of pleasure.

The youth are voting with their clothes —

Such a shame that the hip post is so calculated.

Round and round it goes: how careless

the rapture that’s overstated.

In the picture last devotion, waveless ocean —

Time and again styles goes out of fashion

Jeunesse d’oree taking the heat out of passion!

Look at the kid with the golden touch,

Check out the story 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, tow 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 nations, dissipation,

time and again, time’s unforgiving;

Jeunesse d’oree gilding the lily of living

Now and again, now lasts forever;

Jeunesse d’oree gilding the lily of pleasure.

… Cut.