Come on, let's talk about it
And not just reminisce,
Before the dream police come and take this too
You're my favourite thing
Well it's not even a question
But it's a big idea, alright
Well it's safe to say that it all started,
In these scummy little bars
Pumping bloghouse remixes
And then it was straight into a 90's night
We can't be held responsible,
It was 2009 and the chorus
And the refrain of every song was
"Anything is possible"
Our love was like a firework,
In that it was truly thrilling because it went off at the wrong time
With a total disregard for bystanders and if they heard this,
I dunno what they'd do, but fuck em,
I didn't make this for them, I made it for you
So as the horizon of the possible starts to look just a little smaller
And we listen back on these inelegant yelps
Over a recursive feedback loop
Harkening to the simpler times and simpler pleasures
Before we gave in and gave way to the milquetoast surrender and
To the psychedelics that help you optimize
And to the death and taxes I planned on avoiding with you
Well forget what you see
And forever remember me, at a 90s night in 2009
When the dream was alive, and you were mine
So before they put us out to pasture
On some woo woo psycho factory retirement farm
Placated by the soothing tones
Of some future chillwave renaissance
Just before we come clean about the hallucinations
Of innovation and how it's just a toaster that watches you sleep
Before we admit that maybe we were swindled and atomized
By some technocratic maestros who promised you they knew best
So if these artifacts, are in fact,
The fading echoes of a dream machine going kaputt
Then turn the dial
To the new age anthems for a lost generation cut adrift of
New puritans, and the keyboard warriors,
And the midnight jabronis, and the crystal grifters,
And the digital serfs of our gilded age,
Romanced by some cold war geeks with a new red scare
Even the mid century modern bolo tied patio rose sippers,
All these would be iconoclasts
Bamboozled by the last great hope,
And mystified by the total seduction of self, united at last
In your light I would still tell them to
Dream baby
I just want you to dream baby
I still want you to dream baby
I just want to dream
Come on, let's talk about it
And finally we can admit it
It was a mirage
Oh no! They're here for the copper wire
So please, please, forget what you see
And forever remember me at a 90s night in 2009
When the dream was alive, and you were mine