Vinyl Poems - Poems about Vinyl

on weekends, Mondays, and maybe Fridays too/ across the Bebop time zones/ people be digging at flea markets 4 Bebop jazz gold/ walkin', talkin', lookin' workin' the price/ on a table way in the back/ I dug into a crate of LPS and found jazz vinyl alongside a vacuum cleaner/ It was Mark Murphy singing vocalese/ and the young Roland Kirk...

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Soulful melodious injections... Rendering sweet salient pulsations Scintillating sensations in the spine... Organic rhythms of the time Just what the doctor ordered after a long day of hustling and bustling I find my favorite crease in the couch With a turntable, record, and a needle in hand... I slowly self-administer dose after dose of natural healin' Now, I stand and move...

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You might think I’m crazy Some say I'm insane But when it comes to country music It takes me to another place It takes me back to those early days Me sitting by daddys side Listening to old Hank Williams Sing I'm so lonesome I could cry He put that needle on the vinyl Id watch it spin around I felt like Hank was singing...

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Had I known your betrayal, I would have let go, And free myself from you. Deep down, we know the wits of love, A poison made from the cups of romance. I drank too much from those used ones... I need to buy new ones to cover your spillage, A mess in pieces on the floor of my...

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The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead Suzi Quatro, Wham! Kate Bush Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush Aerosmith, The Brothers Four Dolly Parton, Sandie Shaw The Jackson Five and Bruce Springsteen Elvis Presley, Slade and Queen David Bowie, The Beach Boys, Sweet Rose Royce, Madness and The Beat Dusty Springfield, Fox, Nick Drake Soft Cell, Klaatu, Sting, Greg Lake Three Dog...

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It occasionally occurs to me, as I distractedly remove my right dominant Powder-Free Vinyl Exam Glove, after yet another young adult diaper change, Perhaps getting lovingly laid by a lifetime committed caring and passionately consenting peer filled with warm compassion, active hope for tomorrow would not be the worst conjoining thing that could happen to neuro-alternatively-challenged intelligent beings childishly preferring win/win cooperative outcomes derived from compassionate...

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an LP where a mother should be flip and repeat ...

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Vinyl (3/1/19) “Wow, everybody just cleared out. “That’s what happens when you leave a “Bookstore with vinyl.” I haven’t a clue what she meant And to be perfectly honest, I’m not Sure she knew either. She also Carried some vinyl from the bookstore That people clear out of because it Sells vinyl: Hairspray. She was Very excited to show me that she Could now complement a...

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reality views... is digital here to stay... the discrete segment... with the analog... the action...in a back seat... to be forgotten... there's start and finish... a seen perception of time... measured periods... hours...minutes...seconds... mille and micro moments... but...time can't stand still... accident events... where rescuers die helping... may last days...hours...weeks... so...which is correct... digital or analog... you perceive your truth stan sand...

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NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE IN A COLD HOME from the album "Heaters for Sale" by Not Paul McCarney No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home Uncle Albert says you should go home, go home Turn the heat up or sit by the fire Toasty as upon a funeral pyre Oo-hoo, because No one wants to live in...

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Last night I dreamed I owned a Beatles album from their break-up period that was never officially released and even most Beatles experts didn't know it existed. I had one because I'd had a lover who had partied with Paul and he gave it to her and she didn't give a **** about it so...

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wispy grooves of sound playing on dusty, conical flat lungs scratching the meat off a chalk board of throat burning fumes I abuse my recall of better days hands at throat contorting fingers curling up to barbarously dig for more required air life seems harshly longer when you can't inhale the gasping sounds play over and over bringing tears...

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i’m vinyl baby, easy to scratch, easy to gouge, prone to warping. i’m a 45 rpm record, single and labelled, still got track marks. dot dot dot from the seventies! you know there’s my black side, my dark side. i’m a 45 rpm record, single and labelled, still got track marks. you, you’re my diamond needle. i'm your music, you know me, you play me. you, you’re my diamond needle. gets under my...

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The radio plays their song And two hearts beat as one To the rhythm of a tune they call their own. The gold and platinum vinyl spins Creating the sound where love begins. If only for the moment, they have won. “Something” that George found In the way she moves and smiles Made him ‘believe and how’. Millions search forever and still “Want To...

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Vinyl records are still around. They carry some amazing sound. If you are able, get yourself a turntable. The music you hear will astound....

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