"Golden Age": TV on the Radio

The song “Golden Age” by TV on the Radio clearly refers to the coming of the kingdom of God. The line, “Said clap your hands.
If you think your soul is free.
And the silence was astounding” exemplifies the notion that no one is truly free here on earth and that in only in Heaven do we experience ultimate freedom. The chorus shows the joy and anticipation that we feel as we wait for the kingdom to arrive. It also puts emphasis on the miraculous qualities of God’s kingdom, referring to it as the “Golden Age”. “The age of miracles.
The age of sound.
Well there's a Golden Age.
Comin' round, comin'round, comin' round!” Finally, when we enter into the kingdom, all earthly restrictions dissolve away and we are truly content. This is seen in the following-

“Now we're all allowed to breathe

Walls dissolve

With the hunger and the greed

Move your body

You've got all you need”

 

Heart beat sounding

Ricocheting in their cage

Thought I'd lose my balance

With the grounds bounce and sway

And all this violence

And all this goes away

And the vibes that rise like

Fireflies illuminate our play

 Some light being

Pulled you up from night's party

Said clap your hands

If you think your soul is free

And the silence was astounding

'cept some "Oh Lord!! Mercy Me's"

And oh you can´t stop what´s comin' up

you´re never gonna stop gonna live it up

And oh it´s gonna drop

gonna fill your cup

And oh it´s gonna drop

gonna fill your cup

 The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there´s a Golden Age

Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

 Give it up

'stead of grabbing for decay

What we viewed as gold

I believe pollutes this space

And it´s grace ascending

Like a snake up your tree

Up your happy ending understanding

All your s'pposed to be

 Let it move right in

Let it kiss your face

Let it sow your skin

In perpetual embrace

Like I said "Love's Light is Laughter"

Like the sun spitting

happiness into the hereafter

Oh here it comes like a natural disaster

Ah blowing up like a ghetto blaster

Ah here it comes, bring it faster

Ah here it comes, bring it faster

 The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there´s a Golden Age

Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

 Love, don´t you falter

Burning hearts

Dragged behind

The horses dancing on the altar

Hooves breaking Gods

To diamond dust and stars

And there you are...

 Now we're all allowed to breathe

Walls dissolve

With the hunger and the greed

Move your body

you´ve got all you need

And your arms in the air

stir a sea of stars

And oh here it comes and it´s not so far

 All light beings

Come on now make haste

Clap your hands

If you think you´re in the right place

Thunder all surrounding

Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding

Palm to the palm you can feel it pounding

Never give it up you can feel it mounting

Oh it´s gonna drop gonna fill your cup and

Oh it´s gonna drop gonna fill your cup

 The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there´s a Golden Age

Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

 The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there´s a Golden Age

Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

-Ellie Dolan and Annie Lyman