The record spins and turns as it goes
Through the tracks and tiny rows
Offering up a quaint little tune
When the mood’s just right and the moon
Is high in the sky called life,
And a requiem in times of strife.
Before all that, though, came
The catchy pop tunes that seemed tame
But evolved into something different and new
That came from a movie or two.

In the reckless days of old
When we didn’t do what we were told
Hard metal and rap filled our heads
Blocking out all other sounds like leads.
But the tracks mellow out with time
Allowing smooth jazz with a bit of rhyme
To occupy the space beyond the record.