I was hooked on vinyl LP records as a teenage boy
And I worked at pumping petrol earning money for this joy
The outside cardboard was a work of art on each cover
With my favourite tunes bought then were like no other
I still have them stored on their edge in a shelf
And my love for them is like nothing else
There doesn't seem the same joy in downloading a song
You have the music but there is nothing in your hand to hold along
The raunchy tunes with scratches and other noises played
But they were great and in the parties we had it made
Now it seems people are going back to them as the latest thing
It seems being perfect now is something you no longer need to bring.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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