Lyrics:
My vinyl skin provides protection
It holds in place my plastic bones
Cast button eyes reflect an image
All seems as it should
But there's nobody
like vinyl records
Something that I know like you andme together
I want a love that'll last forever
And something strong to bring us all together
I want
shiny vinyl
Clicks and pops
And white noise
Man they sounded fine
I had my favorite stations
The ones that played them all
Country, soul
And daddy held my hand (ooh)
And daddy liked his whisky with his tea
And we rode motorcycles
Blackjack, classic vinyl
Tough girl is what I had to be
He
we live
It's all the same with all the kids
No one knows what vinyl is
Cause they just burn the MP3s (Whoa-o)
Onto their stacks of blank CDs
shiny vinyl
Clicks and pops
And white noise
Man they sounded fine
I had my favorite stations
The ones that played them all
Country, soul
table turnin' tonight
Ya know the beat is pumpin' from inside
Put down your headphones and come dance
Let the vinyl go free
[Chorus]
Like a vinyl skippin' 'round, love became a broken sound
Candle slowly burnin' now, no reason to stick around
Did you really know me, boy?
Did you
through the night
I chase my vinyl dreams to Boogie Wonderland
I find romance when I start to dance (ooh, ooh, dance, ooh, ooh, ooh, dance)
In Boogie
Vinyl
Rubber and vinyl
Viscose and Velcro
On the one that I love
Purple
Week old mascara
Broken tiara
One the one that I love
My loves
To the old black vinyl seats
And it's Abbott and Costello meet Paul and Silas
It's the two of us together and we're puttin' on the mileage
[CHORUS:]
shiny vinyl
Clicks and pops
And white noise
Man they sounded fine
I had my favorite stations
The ones that played them all
Country, soul
Arrows into
A vessel of blue pulsing now red
Oncoming dawn
When all is calm I'll wake not long
Before you
With the sunlight on
Vinyl records warping
Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl
Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak
Thirty-three, forty-five, seventy-eight
When it hurts
To jest ten moment
Konsoleta dymi kręci mnie vinyl
To siedzi w nas jak szósty zmysł
To DJ Soina mówi RY
Joł puk puk kto tam raczej nie czają
back
You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no game
Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it's no thing
Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind
the lonesome cold.
Our bodies got used to each other
Now they're used to the sound
Of Richie Havens' voice on the vinyl,
Spinning round and round, round
of plastic, magnetic tape and vinyl
This is my house, now doncha know
We move in every time you turn on your radio
This is my house
The vinyl crackles, whispers secrets,
As raindrops tap on the window’s regrets.
Your voice, a distant echo in the room,
A melody fading, lost in the gloom.
You and me, sitting by the window, sipping on my coffee, as the rain falls gently, it's
just you and me, the crackle sound of vinyl, fills the air,
Before digital there was analog,
And now vintage is all the rage.
CDs skipped and vinyl's back,
Mp3s and not 8-track,
And cassettes have been
If death is pretty final
I'm collecting vinyl
I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world
'Cause if heaven does exist
With a kickin' playlist
I don't wanna
Spilling records from a bottle tonight
Prescription music, feels so right
Melodies pouring, healing my soul
In these vinyl dreams, I find control
He likes the warm sound of vinyl, but his words are so cold
Got a thing for the music that's old
The blues, his religion, and albums, his charms
He
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