"Long live the record!"
I only owned a couple,
My mother and father, a few more.
But my poppa*, he owned hundreds!
And they lined the walls
Of room after room after room,
Miles (Davis) long in The Globe* hotel. They held up the sounds
Unfamiliar, but what would become
skin deep censular —
Resonating in my heart and soul,
As the records turned round, right round and right round again, reaching the primal score.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
"Long live the record!"
I only owned a couple,
My mother and father, a few more.
But my poppa*, he owned hundreds!
And they lined the walls
Of room after room after room,
Miles (Davis) long in The Globe* hotel. They held up the sounds
Unfamiliar, but what would become
skin deep censular —
Resonating in my heart and soul,
As the records turned round, right round and right round again, reaching the primal score.
Grandfather, grandpa, pop, poppah, poppie...what is it in your part of the world?
The Globe Hotel is a long-time local pub and motel in my hometown, which my Nan and Pop owned back-in-the-day. My mum, one of eight, lived upstairs above the pub in the motel accommodation. Gosh, when I think about it, we have had such different up-bringings!
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