This old turntable caught me off guard kind of scratched up but steady and I fell for that heavy tone kept spinning all these years and I don’t know… there’s something in how it settles when the needle finds its place like it knows me a bit I hear the record move catching every little groove warmth you don’t get from new stuff it’s lo-fi It’s lo-fi and when the sound leans in soft it finds its way into you don’t hunt the cleanest version let it come a little loose vintage running through the line bringing something back again my lo-fi… yeah keeps calling me my lo-fi… slow that’s all I need now everything comes so clean and flat too even sometimes I can’t quite feel what stays with me anymore but what keeps me here keeps me steady those old tape decks I keep loading I always circle back to my four-track reels half wound and I just sit there like it might say something little flaws in every second but it feels like it’s alive nothing polished, nothing distant it’s lo-fi It’s lo-fi and when the sound leans in soft it finds its way into you don’t hunt the cleanest version let it come a little loose vintage running through the line bringing something back again my lo-fi… yeah keeps calling me my lo-fi… slow that’s all I need not about what you’re using or how clean it comes out just the way it lands on you and stays a bit It’s lo-fi and when the sound leans in soft it finds its way into you don’t hunt the cleanest version some things don’t need to be new vintage running through the line like it’s been there all along my lo-fi… yeah keeps calling me my lo-fi… slow that’s all I need
