The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Hine Rupert A Golden Age
I can no longer count the dreams Inspired by reconstructions of predicted scenes The glass and metal fragments racing Through the pointless heat I can't go on believing this Have I lived just to witness the last decade Or a golden age Still I love the way this new wind whistles through my house And papers fly While Orwell's world is still in doubt And china shivers on a tray I am untimely ripped from all forgotten bliss But not afraid I can't go on I can't go on believing this Have I lived just to witness the last decade Or a golden age Could the waiting ever be worse than the shock Suppose the silver key survived To turn inside the rusty lock And you and I be found alive Crouching in our ignorance By children nearly twice our size I can't go on believing this Have I lived just to witness the last decade Or a golden age Till they eat their words some wild voice churns deep in my blood The prophets sigh We always said you'd never learn Then cynics long to break the brave I wish their mouths all stitched so their persistant hiss Is not obeyed I can't go on I can't go on believing this Have I lived just to witness the last decade Or a golden age I do believe there are people needing freedom with good reason Who will find another way There's no disgrace in understanding Why our planet is in panic Then, while you worry think of everything you miss ------------------------------ Additional Drums: MICHAEL DAWE Guitar & Icicles: PHIL PALMER
