White and Black

Trip-hop with chopped vintage drums, warm sampled soul, quirky retro keyboard and organ stabs, and subtle analog synth details; dusty vinyl loop, tape saturation, crackle, narrow aged bandwidth, raw period mix; restrained downtempo breakbeat; intimate, slightly weathered female vocal

[Verse 1] Found you in a paper sleeve With a date rubbed smooth and faint One small room, a Sunday rain Your voice caught beneath the grain [Chorus] Stay a little, needle turning Old words passing through the room Stay a little, record burning Keep that borrowed afternoon [Verse 2] There’s a station in the hiss And a name I almost know Every time the chorus comes I can hear the years let go [Chorus] Stay a little, needle turning Old words passing through the room Stay a little, record burning Keep that borrowed afternoon [Outro] Found you in a paper sleeve Still you sound like something true

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