I watch the disc go round and round
Music throbbing in my head,
A premature obituary for the poor old record
Vinyl is no longer dead.
We have all seen so many changes
Different ways to deliver sound,
Cassettes,8 track, CD and download
But I still like it to go round and round.
I am one of the boys of the black stuff
For me they have never gone away,
Walkmen were useful, CD's handy
But records still hold sway.
Now they tell me things are changing
New groups have come to see,
That the best sound quality of all
Comes from a good old vinyl LP.
I ask myself is it just a fad
An old way to make more money,
Will it just be a passing phase
Or is vinyl's outlook sunny.
I don't know, time will tell
But I still cherish these,
Round and round and round they go
Bringing music to my ears.
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