The blue sound of vinyl I have many a turntable, but only one syncs silently with my feel. I have many a record of vinyl, but only one sings softly her appeal. I have many a fantasy, but only one I wish come real and true. I have many a fallacy, but only one I wish to revoke and undo. When she parted me on a rainy day I said to my invisible DJ, I don’t know what goes wrong, I don’t know why days become long. Oh, when night plays my turntable, I see her face shining again, in the blue sound of vinyl. Oh, when the past plays my turntable, I hear my heart chiming pain, in the blue sound of vinyl. |