Even as I wish there were more time like there used to be to sit with a record album and read the lyrics while the music was playing I still hold out hope that I will get around to bringing down the records from the attic and finding a spare shelf to place them carefully upon and removing them from their threadbare sleeves and lifting the needle to place upon the circle a few times because I never got the hang of queuing the record up just at the start where there’s nothing but static and potential and time to put the lyrics in both of your hands before they reach your eyes and ears and last as long as the silence at the beginning and the end and everywhere surrounding them.
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