OLDE

[Intro] [Verse] The day that such a blessing gave Booms bass in Purcell’s birthday tune By song let not the year enslave Nor wrinkles new ferment the prune [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Verse] So let the mortal milestone pass I’ll sound the trumpet from afar And lay my head on Dacian grass For cosmic candles and a jar [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Break] [Verse] The day that such a blessing gave Booms bass in Purcell’s birthday tune By song let not the year enslave Nor wrinkles new ferment the prune [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Verse] So let the mortal milestone pass I’ll sound the trumpet from afar And lay my head on Dacian grass For cosmic candles and a jar [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Chorus] Subjective is our lifelong day And every thought that vision carves We try to fashion sense from clay But everyone by Reason starves [Outro]