Sage Francis - Viva la Vinyl lyrics
[Sage Francis - Viva la Vinyl lyrics]
I love hearing vinyl static
On timeless classics
I sit back and kick my feet
Up until my mind relaxes
Time passes slow like it was pitched down
The globe spins on it's axis but
The needle never skips town
'Cause I clean it
I take proper care of my LPs
But every single spin brings the
Groove closer to it's knees
It's normal everyday wear and tear
Takes an especially professional ear
To hear it but from year to year
You notice subtle differences
From multiple listens
It's upsetting 'cause you wanted
To have something
To hand down to the children
Sure, you could convert it all to mp3
And it probably already exists digitally
-that's not your history
In fact, it lacks the full experience
We built bulldozers and smashed the
Magic out of the pyramids
Kids don't understand
They're laughing when you're serious
You just shrug your shoulders
And admit how silly it is
Somewhere in a grandma's attic
There's a little brat
Who stumbles upon a phonograph
Perfectly intact he uses a sheet of paper
To make a makeshift slipmat
Now a collection of well-preserved
45s are getting scratched
(Who buys vinyl? I mean, it's cool)
Viva la vinyl
On timeless classics
I sit back and kick my feet
Up until my mind relaxes
Time passes slow like it was pitched down
The globe spins on it's axis but
The needle never skips town
'Cause I clean it
I take proper care of my LPs
But every single spin brings the
Groove closer to it's knees
It's normal everyday wear and tear
Takes an especially professional ear
To hear it but from year to year
You notice subtle differences
From multiple listens
It's upsetting 'cause you wanted
To have something
To hand down to the children
Sure, you could convert it all to mp3
And it probably already exists digitally
-that's not your history
In fact, it lacks the full experience
We built bulldozers and smashed the
Magic out of the pyramids
Kids don't understand
They're laughing when you're serious
You just shrug your shoulders
And admit how silly it is
Somewhere in a grandma's attic
There's a little brat
Who stumbles upon a phonograph
Perfectly intact he uses a sheet of paper
To make a makeshift slipmat
Now a collection of well-preserved
45s are getting scratched
(Who buys vinyl? I mean, it's cool)
Viva la vinyl