
Why do we no longer want to collect
When we can find it at our fingertips?
Does it allow a level of respect
When all we do is scroll through YouTube clips?
I prefer to listen to scratchy sound
As the needle slips into the small groove,
And the motor spins the record around,
Providing the room a moment to move.
Each song was designed to play to the next,
Building up this great epic event.
We follow along with liner note text
Until the forty-five minutes are spent.
This digital age is a bitter pill
For us who treasure our stack of vinyl.