Black Vinyl, Silk Nostalgia

Black Vinyl, Silk Nostalgia

They’re names you seldom hear now, they’re voices from the past But once you hear that first note, you know it, to the last; Those stars who burned out brightly, they’re of another day They’re still singing, though they’re resting in the clay. The silk of the black and the voodoo, the melody, the sweet refrain; We heard it from Billie and Ella, from Davis and John Coltrane. And the first time that we heard it, O we knew that song would last, From the voices, from the voices of the past.

Chorus In a room where the candle-light flickers And the record brings it all back You can hear the voice that thrills, The vibrato and the frills From the ivory keys and the sax. Yeah, somebody said that Nostalgia Is making a big come-back! Can’t say if it’s true I leave that to you; Just put the record on and play another track. From the voices, from the voices of the past.

This smidgeen of nostalgia is what the soul might need To silence mediocrity, to get us past its greed The curse of auto-tuning, the budding teenage star; O! And the jingles, that won’t get us very far. Just play them cats of mood music, let the needle run in the track; Let voice and notes fill your ear! Lord! there’s nothing that they lack. Yeah! The first time that we heard it, O we knew that song would last, From the voices, from the voices of the past.

Repeat Chorus In a room where the candle-light flickers And the record brings it all back You can hear the voice that thrills, The vibrato and the frills From the ivory keys and the sax. Yeah, somebody said that Nostalgia Is making a big come-back! Can’t say if it’s true I leave that to you; Just put the record on and play another track. From the voices, from the voices of the past. — © Frank Callery, June 11th 2016