My turntable doesn't have an auto stop Or an arm that returns when the disc is up So I have to be alert, conscious, and in tune Less that scratchy white noise fills up the room
If I'm busy with chores, or out in the yard A trench slowly forms, Vinyl's soft, diamond's hard But when I pay attention, I inherently know Two songs left to go, one more... Get up, flip and flow
My player might not be smart, doesn't know when to stop But it's got me programmed, whether I like it or not.