Brothers Sisters Listen to me I’m speakin' from that place Where the old soul still breathes I found a record in my father’s room Dusty cover, needle broke in two But when I touched it It sang like it knew All the pain All the truth (“all the truth…”) The world feels colder than it used to be People pass but they don’t really see We forget What love used to mean Now it’s silence On every street But spin that record again Let it cry, let it play Let the horns talk Let the rhythm mend Spin that record again Bring it back, let it send A little hope ‘Til we feel again ("spin it again” / “let it play”) [spoken-sung, emotional] I’m not here to preach I just feel too much I remember voices I remember touch And that old soul sound It’s more than dust It’s the memory It’s the trust ( “the trust…”) So brother Sister Don’t close your heart There's still time To make a brand new start Let the needle fall Let the groove restart We got the fire We got the spark (“got the spark…") So spin that record again Let it cry, let it play Let the horns talk Let the rhythm mend Spin that record again Bring it back, let it send A little hope ‘Til we feel again (“spin it again”, “let it play”) Yeah Spin it Let it breathe Let the soul speak We’re still here Still here ( “still here…”)
