33 Revolutions per Minute

Round and round, the needle traces
Thirty-three revolutions, familiar places
Each groove a story, a moment in time
Captured in vinyl, a rhythm so sublime

Verses etched in black, a circular tale
Of loves lost and found, triumphs and travail
The B-side holds secrets, waiting to be heard
Flip the disc over, savour each word

From the first note to the run-out groove
Time stands still, while the earth still moves
In this microcosm of plastic and sound
We find ourselves, both lost and found

Thirty-three revolutions per minute
A lifetime of memories, we're spinning within it
The crackle and pop, the warm analogue sound
In this digital age, true magic is found

From dusty shelves, we pull out the past
Each record a treasure, built to last
Fingers trace the covers, memories ignite
In the glow of the needle's soft, warm light

From the first note to the run-out groove
Time stands still, while the earth still moves
In this microcosm of plastic and sound
We find ourselves, both lost and found

Every revolution a heartbeat, every turn a chance
To relive those moments, to let our spirits dance
The music carries whispers from days gone by
Echoes of laughter, a tear in the eye

From the first note to the run-out groove
Time stands still, while the earth still moves
In this microcosm of plastic and sound
We find ourselves, both lost and found

Thirty-three revolutions per minute
A lifetime of memories, we're spinning within it
The crackle and pop, the warm analogue sound
In this digital age, true magic is found

Thirty-three revolutions per minute
A lifetime of memories, we're spinning within it
The crackle and pop, the warm analogue sound
In this digital age, true magic is found

As the needle lifts and silence falls
The echoes linger in these hallowed halls
Thirty-three revolutions, stories intertwined
In the grooves of vinyl, our souls are aligned