Dust on the Turntable (버전 2)

Verse

Crate full of vinyl in the back room light

Needle finds the groove and it feels so right

Sunday market smoke and the sound of steel

Every scratch and pop is a heel to heel

Uncle's records stacked against the wall

Warped by the sun but they never fall

I drop the needle, let the static rise

Dust in the beam like it's catching light

Pre-Chorus

Feel it climbing through the floorboards

Feel it moving through my chest

Every hiss and every hum

Brings the old ones back to rest

Chorus

Dust on the turntable, rising in the light

Feet on the concrete, moving out of sight

Grandmother's rhythm spinning round tonight

Dust on the turntable, rising in the light

Verse

Township corner, speaker on a crate

Kids on the pavement dancing till it's late

Same four bars my mother used to know

Passed through the needle, passed through the soul

Copper light falling on the market ground

Every hand clapping to the same old sound

The record skips but the body don't forget

Muscle holds the memory, keeps the debt

Pre-Chorus

Feel it climbing through the floorboards

Feel it moving through my chest

Every hiss and every hum

Brings the old ones back to rest

Chorus

Dust on the turntable, rising in the light

Feet on the concrete, moving out of sight

Grandmother's rhythm spinning round tonight

Dust on the turntable, rising in the light

Bridge

Needle lifts and the room breathes slow

Silence holds what the grooves still know

I put my palm flat against the wood

Feel the heartbeat where the record stood

Chorus

Dust on the turntable, rising in the light

Feet on the concrete, moving out of sight

Grandmother's rhythm spinning round tonight

Dust on the turntable, rising in the light