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(Ohhh, the gold tides turn…)
(Ohhh, the markets burn…)
[Verse 1, Laid-Back Groove, Bluesy Harmonica]
Well, the numbers climb, the charts run wild,
Shanghai’s leadin’, ain’t no denial.
Traders whisper, deals get made,
A brand-new world’s about to break.
[Pre-Chorus, Crunchy Riffs, Gospel Backing]
No more paper, no more lies,
The East is risin’, open your eyes.
Brick by brick, a master plan,
Holdin’ strong, takin’ a stand.
[Chorus, Big Southern Harmonies, Foot-Stomping Beat]
Gold runs deep where the power lies,
No more debt, no alibis.
Markets shift, the dollar sways,
A brand new world is on its way!
[Verse 2, Swampy Blues Licks, Organ Swells]
Moscow calls, Dubai plays bold,
Stackin’ high on solid gold.
Ain’t no trust in paper dreams,
This old game is burstin’ at the seams.
[Bridge, Slide Guitar, Soulful Vocals]
Bretton Woods, a tale retold,
Not in paper, but in gold.
No more shadows, no disguise,
The market wakes and opens eyes.
[Chorus, Gritty Vocals, Full Band Kick-In]
Gold runs deep where the power lies,
No more debt, no alibis.
Markets shift, the dollar sways,
A brand new world is on its way!
[Instrumental Break, Screamin’ Guitar Solo, Driving Bassline]
[Outro, Call-and-Response Chorus, Echoing Refrain]
(Ohhh, the gold tides turn…)
(Ohhh, the markets burn…)
A shift so slow, yet crystal clear,
The golden age… is drawing near.