Dust on the Crown. Southern Soul ldp

DUST ON THE CROWN — DJ DR LOVE [Intro — deep spoken] 007 FM. Hold on. Don't throw that box away. Let me see what's in there first. [Hook] Little dust on the crown, still fits my head, Still got a few good words I ain't said. Let the old tape roll, hear the young man dream, Now the older man's voice got a little more deep. Dust on the crown, wipe it off slow, Got another little chapter that I want you to know. Dr Love in the room, turn the low lights down, Hear that bass rise up from the lost and found. [Verse 1] Found a box in the closet behind some shoes, Old pictures, loose cords, couple interview suits. Little notebook bent with a name on the front, Full of big ideas from a younger man's month. Read a few lines, had to sit right there, Could remember writing those in a kitchen chair. Had a different address, had a whole lot less, Had a dream big enough to make a small room stretch. Some things happened, some things never did, Some pages got quiet when I had to handle business. But that little melody written down the side Had me tapping on the box before I realized. [Scratch Break] Dust-dust on the crown! Lost-lost and found! Run that old tape back! [Verse 2] Found a cassette with a faded label, Set it by the speakers on the studio table. Had to find a player, called a friend I knew, He said, "I got one somewhere, let me look for you." Two days later heard that younger voice crack, Missed a little note, then he laughed on the track. I remembered that laugh before I knew the tune, Sat there grinning in a quiet room. Didn't fix every wobble, let a little one stay, You can hear how excited I was that day. Put a deep new verse by that old refrain, Like two different seasons looking out at the rain. [Hook] Little dust on the crown, still fits my head, Still got a few good words I ain't said. Let the old tape roll, hear the young man dream, Now the older man's voice got a little more deep. Dust on the crown, wipe it off slow, Got another little chapter that I want you to know. Dr Love in the room, turn the low lights down, Hear that bass rise up from the lost and found. [Bridge — spoken] I remember what you were trying to do. You didn't know how it would turn out. Neither do I. But listen to us now. [Verse 3] Sent a little clip to a friend from those days, He called instead of typing, had a lot to say. Talked about the room where we used to rehearse, How the neighbors always heard the unfinished verse. Stayed on the phone till the afternoon slipped, Then I wrote one more line with a smile on my lips. Put the notebook back where I knew it would be, Kept an empty page open for the next idea in me. [Final Hook] Dust on the crown, wipe it off slow, Got another little chapter that I want you to know. Dr Love in the room, turn the low lights down, Hear that bass rise up from the lost and found. [Outro — deep spoken] Good thing I opened that box. 007 FM. We keeping this one.