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
