Records Poem by Michael Webb

Spinning vinyl on a starry night
Extending the depth of my ears
Jim Morrison shouts 'No one here gets out alive'
Before chugging down the rest of his beer

Bob Dylan is marching down Highway 61
As the Dead is on their way to Terrapin
Ginger Baker tears up a set of drums
Jimmy Page ignites the air with the bow from a violin

John and Yoko sitting in a bed of peace
Ozzy is howling with Sabbath into the void
Hendrix's guitar is on fire as Janis shrieks
As time ticks away with Pink Floyd

Mick Jagger jams with Keith
Sir Paul Mccartney slides down the slide
As Clapton's guitar gently weeps
Sly and The Family still partying all night

Santana takes us on a journey through a dream
Where Syd Barrett awaits us with a bike
Van Morrison serenades through Astral Weeks
As Robert Plant's a groove wayyyy down inside

Jefferson Airplane telling us to feed our heads
The Beatles claiming Lucy in the sky wasn't about trippin'
Bob Marley playing songs of peace with swaying natty dreads
And I think I saw Otis over there on the dock sittin'

Crosby, Stills, Nash telling us to carry on
We are all going down to the Who's magic bus
Cash still singing about being named Sue instead of John
And Neil Young sings of never sleeping rust

Iggy Pop and the Stooges full of raw power
Marvin Gaye asking what's goin' on?
As Jerry Garcia wails out Dark Star for an hour
And of course Ray Charles with an old sweet song

No matter what you dig
The Stones, Floyd, Zeppelin, The Doors, The Beatles
Dylan, The Cream, Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix
The point is it all sounds better playing under a needle