Old Grey Dawn

Описание: Surely everyone has experienced it at some point.

This is a song about shopping and old People.
I was inspired about the episode "Grey Dawn" from South Park.

Fast Hardtechno, Celtic atmospheric, pagan trance
heavy hardtechno kick, tribal percussion, spectral synth pads, mystical forest ambience, High-energy Celtic Hard Techno, ancient bagpipe synth leads, dark forest atmosphere, industrial texture, euphoric pagan energy
Hypnotic, dark techno groove combined with ancient Celtic melodies played on fiddle, low whistle, bagpipes, and hurdy-gurdy
mental techno, underground rave, hypnotic acid, driving hard kick, industrial atmosphere, mental techno tribe, heavy industrial kick followed by rolling sub bassline, gritty 303 acid textures, underground rave vibe, G Minor

Lyrics :

[Intro]
Hear the cane on concrete, hear the whistle cry,
Morning fog rolls in, the shelves gonna die,
Steel wheels humming, batteries primed,
Senior hour strikes—out of space and time.
HEY—HEY—HEY—HEY
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[VERSE 1]
Grey dawn, cold light, pensioners rise,
Old bones creak but the fire’s alive,
old pensioners forming ranks at the door,
They go shopping in the morning, like tribal war.
Wrinkles carved deep, signs of aging show,
But the carts hit hard like a battle drum roll,
Eyes locked forward, no mercy, no grace,
This isn’t Tesco—this is survival space.
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[VERSE 2]
Doors slam open—WHITE LIGHT BURNS,
Coupons flap while the bassline churns,
“WHAT?” “WHAT?” — yeah, old people have poor hearing,
Still hear discounts from the next dominion.
Milk gone feral, bread goes fast,
panic buying like it’s World War Last,
Time slows down but the BPM climbs,
Elbows out—respect the prime.
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[CHORUS]
GREY DAWN — HEY! HEY!
Shuffle and strike, no delay,
GREY DAWN — HEY! HEY!
Linoleum shakes when they pray.
Laugh now, kid, your future’s here,
Discount doom and existential fear,
Hands in the air, hear history say:
ALL HAIL — ALL HAIL — GREY DAWN
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[VERSE 3 ]
Checkout line bends space and law,
Cashier’s soul leaves their body in awe,
talking at the cash desk and looking for money,
Wallet opens—time gets funny.
Pennies rain from another age,
A cheque appears—crowd in rage,
Tap? Swipe? No—STORY TIME,
The bass drops out for a dime.
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[BRIDGE]
Hey—ho—count it slow,
Ancient coins from long ago,
Hey—ho—hold the line,
Exact change takes all of time.
WHISTLE
DRUM
DROP INCOMING
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[FINAL CHORUS ]
GREY DAWN — HEY! HEY!
Rise of the elder brigade,
GREY DAWN — HEY! HEY!
Fear the coupon crusade.
From foggy morn to closing day,
We all march toward decay,
Black humor laughs as the shelves fall down—
GREY DAWN FOREVER — BOW DOWN