- Last Record: 2013-04-11 17:12:32 -0400
- Joined: Jan 03, 2011
You can keep your Walkman's and your compact discs
They’re simply a lesser form not as good as this
record, this vinyl, this stir crazy spin cycle
pale cheap imitations of this pure original
Dip into those grooves baby, up down each one with a different sound a
different story to tell
Lay that needle down
I don’t need no iPods, more products from apple
the only fruit I need is the fruit of my intuition telling me that
enough is enough
Let’s go back to that crackling hiss, that snap that let you and me know
This is music.
This is a song, a tune, this is how it is meant to be
this is pure ecstasy
Heaven in a headphone, Nirvana from a speaker
Moksha from that music, take me back
Hallelujah I say, lay that needle down
and let it play.
Give me that groove
That snap, that crackle
As that goes round and round
Give me that stir crazy spin cycle
Give me back
spin me round and round
I’m a DJ baby and I don’t spin no other way.
When I started this poem I thought I would write
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