In 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 to come real and true.
I have many a fallacy,
but only one I wish to revoke and undo.
When she left me on a rainy day
I said to my invisible DJ,
I don’t know what goes wrong,
why days become long.
Oh, when night plays my turntable,
I see her face shining again,
in the blue sound of vinyl,
in the blue sound of drizzle.
Oh, when the past plays my turntable,
I hear my heart chiming again,
in the blue sound of vinyl,
in the blue sound of drizzle.
