[Verse 1] The afternoon was turning grey The sky began to misbehave I found a little hideaway A dusty analog enclave You stood beside the jazz section With silver rings upon your hand Examining the sleeve condition Of some forgotten big-band [Chorus] Original press, original press You look at me and you start to guess You say my taste is a bit too new I say I’m vintage enough for you (Spin it slow) (Let the needle go) [Verse 2] You said the mono sound had heart The stereo was just a lie I said that fashion is an art That money never ought to buy A Miles Davis trumpet blew From a speaker near the floor And everything I thought I knew Was walking out the door [Chorus] Original press, original press You look at me and you start to guess You say my taste is a bit too new I say I’m vintage enough for you (Spin it slow) [Bridge] If the digital world is running too fast We can drop the needle and make it last No need to stream the top forty tunes Underneath these neon moons Let the plastic scratch We’re a perfect match [Guitar Break] [Final Chorus] Original press, original press You look at me and you start to guess You say my taste is a bit too new I say I’m vintage enough for you Original press, keeping the groove Watching the way your fingers move (Spin it slow) (Let it go)
