Golden Days

Goldfinger

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Intro         Whatever happened to the golden days Whatever happened to the plans we made Whatever happened to the late night drives There was nothing to hide Stay together till we died   We were the kings of the moonlight   The masters of starlight In the darkness we lived Never end never hid from them Whoa we were the kids of the 80s I haven’t seen much of you lately How they put up the fire That made us inspire back then Forgotten dreams as the medicine leaves my system I’m drifting again Whatever happened to the golden days Whatever happened to the plans we made Whatever happened to the late night drives There was nothing to hide Stay together till we died Whatever happened to the golden days Whatever happened to the songs we played Whatever happened to the lows and the highs Los Angeles nights On top of Mulholland Drive   We always knew never doubted   That our words would be shouted See us standing on ten Thousand uplifted hands in hand The memory fades but the melody breaks the system We’re dancing again Whatever happened to the golden days... Saxophone Solo   x2 Whatever happened to the golden days Whatever happened to the plans we made Whatever happened to the late night drives There was nothing to hide Stay together till we died Whatever happened to the golden days Whatever happened to the songs we played Whatever happened to the lows and the highs Los Angeles nights On top of Mulholland Drive Outro >D>

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La chanson évoque une nostalgie pour des temps passés, un souvenir des belles soirées et des rêves partagés. Elle se demande ce qui est advenu de ces instants dorés, de ces plans que l'on faisait ensemble et des balades nocturnes insouciantes. Il y a une mélancolie palpable en repensant à l’esprit libre de la jeunesse, aux moments où l’on était unis et confiants dans l'avenir, comme des rois de la nuit. On sent aussi une transformation, comme si ces souvenirs avaient perdu de leur éclat avec le temps. Les images de Los Angeles et des nuits passées rappellent une époque pleine de promesses, mais aujourd'hui, il reste un sentiment de flottement et d'interrogation. Cette réflexion sur les « jours dorés » nous touche tous, car elle rappelle la beauté éphémère des instants qui construisent nos identités.