Phonograph (feat. Mic King)

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I take a trip on a phonograph
To a time that will never come back
Looking in to the far away
Through the haze of time
Through the disarray

I put the needle on the record and zone
Out in a split second I’m gone
Reflection of sections played in my life
From a past that’s long and gone
Memories dance to the move
Of the grooves laid onto wax
Turn the volume up to ten And let the music take you back
 
To a time when life was good
To a time when life was hard
To a time when music simply helped you hold and carry on
To a place we’ll never be
And yet a place we never left
And there’s no need for life after death
Cause the music never dies

It stays alive in you and I
With heart and soul that can’t deny
A force arrived when lyrics ride
A rhythm sent from heaven’s sky

LA-to-NY still farther East
The only language we need for speech
Is a harmony, melody, chorus, and cadence
There’s no one we cannot reach so
 
Spin that record round and round
And then bring it back come round and round
Ridin' up high on top of the beat
Ain’t nothing in this world that can take us down
Bleed heart into this music, and it’s music till the dirt
Mic to ash, track to dust, heart on wax, wax to earth

I take a trip on a phonograph
To a time that will never come back
Looking in to the far away
Through the haze of time
Through the disarray
Another chance at who I might have been
I’m backstage and I take it all in
Looking out through the stage door
Did I miss again, did I miss once more?
 
Music is more than just rockin' and rollin'
Music is filled to the brim with the soul and heart
It’s deeper than skin, it’s deeper than flesh
It’s more than units you sold
It's history told, futures we hold
A way that none of us ever grow old
A way to let go our pain
Or remember the things forever we want to hold
 
It's a force you cannot measure
A power you cannot gauge
By rounds of applause
Or followers, fans, or plays
Or places on charts
Though my days may
Be only vapor that passes
Sand falling in hour glasses
Long as the record keeps spinning
Then I’ll be in heaven
With life playing out on repeat everlasting

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from Till We Find Ourselves, released July 28, 2015

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