Needle Crack Gospel

(Verse 1) Once I had a record player The sounds were gold and often layered Big band sounds were here to stay as I waited for another day Needle drop, let it spin, let it breathe Little crack in the sound, that was truth to me Every groove had a story to tell Felt alive like a voice in a shell No rush, just time and tone Had to sit with the sound, let it fully be known If you missed it, it was gone, no rewind So you held every note in your mind (Hook) Now it’s play on demand, everything in my hand But I’m losing that feeling I don’t understand Used to wait for the sound, now it’s all just there Tell me when did the music stop feeling rare? (Verse 2) Fast forward, tapes in the deck Finger on pause, had to time it correct Radio nights, tryna catch that track DJ talking, but I still ran it back Mixtapes passed like a message in code Each song carried weight down the road You could feel what the artist meant ‘Cause the journey was part of the event Then the CDs came, shining bright Perfect sound every day and night But something faded in the clear-cut tone Like the flaws were the soul we’d known (Hook) Now it’s play on demand, everything in my hand But I’m losing that feeling I don’t understand Used to wait for the sound, now it’s all just there Tell me when did the music stop feeling rare? (Verse 3) Now it’s streams, no seams, no cost Every track ever made, never really lost But we skip so fast, never sit, never stay Just a swipe, next vibe, drift away Algorithm telling me what I like Before I even press or type Feeding me a version of me on repeat But it don’t hit deep, it just sounds complete Where the risk, where the break, where the human sway? Where the breath in the mic when the words don’t stay? Everything clean, everything right But it don’t feel wrong—and it don’t feel life (Bridge) Maybe it’s not what we made, but the way we receive Turned music to a thing we barely believe From a moment we chased, to a background sound From a place we escaped, to a noise all around (Final Hook) Now it’s play on demand, everything in my hand Still I’m searching for something I can’t command Used to wait for the sound, now it’s all just there But I miss when the music felt rare…