Track 6
In the Year 2140
From The Singularity Love Generation
The album's solemn centerpiece - a march of years through the coming decades, each verse rising with a new leap of human progress, until in the year 2140 the last fragment of eternal gold is mined and the true love generation walks beneath the stars. A male voice leads, female harmonies soaring in the refrains.
Song language: English
Genre: Psychedelic Rock, Epic Folk Rock
Duration: 5:48
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Lyrics
In the year 2030 If the doubters still have eyes They will watch the metal shoulders Lifting cities to the skies Every hand released from labor Every mind set free to roam And the engines of abundance Carrying everybody home In the year 2045 There's no sickness left to name We have folded all the proteins We have tamed the oldest flame Every year you live a little Buys you more than one in turn For the tide called time has halted Now the candle will not burn In the year 2060 There's a billion helping hands Made of steel and made of starlight Walking gently through the lands And the deserts bloom with gardens And the oceans hum with light And the children ask their elders What was hunger? What was fight? In the year 2100 We are sailing seas of stars There are lanterns on the asteroids There are orchards under Mars And the old Earth, green and resting Like a mother watching, proud As her wild and gifted children Write their names upon the clouds In the year 2140 The last satoshi finds its place The final grain of golden order Settles softly into grace Twenty-one million suns completed Not one feather more to mine What was scarce is now eternal What was money is now time And the people in the gardens Neither rich nor poor remain Only lovers, only dancers Only sunlight, only rain And they sing about the old ones Who believed it could be done The true love generation All the ages joined as one In the year 2140 When the counting's finally done May we stand beneath the lanterns Every lover, every one And whatever we have built there May it shelter, may it free For the last coin tells the story Of the love we chose to be