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.
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
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.
Time to get up and flip the record...
~4/23/2021
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