As if from The Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd…
Spinning away the CDs that make up a bright day
Hall and Oates play in the hours that make up the night
Beyoncé on a CD you rip to a NAS like a QNAP
Waiting for Gracenote to give you the track list and pictures of Lana Del Rey
Tired of your Nakamichi 550 eating D-cells all the long day
You are young and life wants fame, you are old but — The Song Remains the Same,
Then you find that Ten Years After have lost all their Cricklewood Greens
No one told you when to run, you missed the little red button (on older Linns).
The sun is the same, but you’re not, in any real way…
…Like a 30-year-old spinning disc that’s seen better days
RCAs run forever on Well-Tempered Arms and ’tables
Every song is getting shorter, The Entertainer is now down to 5:04 and 1/2 (“like another can of beans”)
Tunes that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled starts
Hanging on in quiet desperation to be sung by Lana Del Rey (“feet don’t fail me now”)
The time is gone, this song is nigh, thought I’d something more to pen
Here, here again
I like to be here where I can (to jam with my ELAC Debut 6.2s)
And when I come home and am running at 32.22 rpm
It’s good to warm my bones beside the JRT Rossini
Far away across the Bay
The tolling of the Basil bell that mourns the death of common sense
Calls the faithful to their lifestyle nonsense
To hear the softly spoken spells no more
(“The road is long, we carry on“ – Lana Del Rey)
Well Tempered Lab Amadeus 254 GT turntable.
Header image: Pink Floyd.
