Tonight’s song is about records (and a woman, of course). I first bought a record player a few years ago when I realized that my university’s library had a massive vinyl collection. Records perfectly play to my minimalist heartstrings. Something about seeing the vibrations taking place and the raw graininess gets me every time. When I was writing the lyrics, I browsed these two blog for inspiration: recordporn and thevinylcornerblog. Thanks to both bloggers for the spark. Enjoy!
Broken record blues
Keep falling in love with the same girl,
over and over again.
Soon as I think I’ve quit her,
she’s back at my door with a grin.
Yeah, she loves my diamond—
Yeah, she love my stylus—
the style of us is dangerous.
She always comes beggin’ for money,
and I can’t say no to her vinyl skin.
It’s scratched and warped,
but, damn, it makes music beneath me.
CHORUS
Well, I’ve been steady with a few girls before,
nice girls with no flaws.
But every time she comes around,
I answer her call.
CHORUS
Well, she’s unpolished.
Well, she’s incomplete.
But she feels so real;
oh, she can’t be beat.
CHORUS
