VibeFoundry - Turbulence of Progress | Patriotic Rock

"Turbulence of Progress" takes you on a nostalgic journey through the skies of the past, when flying was a privilege, not a chore. It's a bittersweet anthem that contrasts the glamour of 70s air travel—wide seats, smiling stewardesses, and in-flight cigars—with today’s cramped cabins, endless security lines, and a corporate obsession with 'efficiency.' With a touch of humor and a dose of longing, this song reminds us of a time when the journey itself was as exciting as the destination. A perfect blend of sarcasm and sentiment, it’s a tune for anyone who’s ever missed the golden age of the skies.

Lyrics:
There was a time when flying was grand,
A cigarette lit, a drink in hand.
No pat-downs, no scans, no TSA,
Just a friendly wave, and you’re on your way.

Oh, bring back the golden days of flight,
When seats were wide, and the rules were light.
Now it’s fees and queues, no end in sight,
Freedom’s gone, and nothing feels right.

Stewardesses like queens with charm and grace,
Now it’s all about filling every space.
Hot meals served with a smile so wide,
Today it’s peanuts and your hopes denied.

Take off your shoes, empty your bag,
Don’t spill your water, or they’ll raise a flag.
Used to be smooth, now it’s a chore,
From the gate to the plane, it’s a battle for sure.

Oh, bring back the golden days of flight,
When seats were wide, and the rules were light.
Now it’s fees and queues, no end in sight,
Freedom’s gone, and nothing feels right.

Legroom’s a dream, the seats are tight,
The tray table’s broken, and the neighbor’s in a fight.
You pay for luggage, snacks, and your booze,
By the end of the flight, you’ve got nothing to lose.

Kids were calm, and the cabin was quiet,
Now it’s chaos, like a mid-air riot.
Support animals barking, delays on repeat,
Welcome aboard, where you fight for your seat.

No cigars, no whiskey, no carefree cheers,
Just cramped, crowded aisles and frustrated peers.
Flying was freedom, a sky-high delight,
Now it’s survival, from morning till night.

Oh, bring back the golden days of flight,
When seats were wide, and the rules were light.
Now it’s fees and queues, no end in sight,
Freedom’s gone, and nothing feels right.

So here’s to the skies that used to be,
When the journey was fun, and we felt free.
Now it’s tiny seats and a stressful plight,
But I’ll dream of those golden days tonight.

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