I’m reblogging a song Elijah Cash wrote 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 our minimalist heartstrings at CI. Something about seeing the vibrations taking place and the raw graininess is so beautiful. This song is devoted to these inspiring blogs with vinyl content: f***yeahvinylrecords, theplanetofsound, noahsvinylblog, vinylespassion, girlsandrecords, recordporn and thevinylcornerblog. Free downloads of this track are here. Enjoy, everyone! — K.C.
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.
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.
Well, she’s unpolished.
Well, she’s incomplete.
But she feels so real;
oh, she can’t be beat.