Poem
Crackling through the static—a golden voice from years ago,spinning tales on vinyl grooveswhere time is slow and sweet. The kitchen fills with sunlight, and dust dances in the air,each note a memory rising, warmth curling in my hair. Laughter from the hallway—footsteps echo down the hall. A melody my mother hummed when I was very small. Choruses stitched with longing, verses stitched with pain—Oldies on the radiomake youth return again. And for a fleeting moment, as the chorus gently fades,the world is sepia-colored, and nothing ever changed.
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Lyric
[Verse 1]
Static in the kitchen light
Coffee cup
Saturday sky
You spin that silver dial slow
And all at once
Years go by
[Chorus]
Play oldies on the radio
Let that crackling time machine roll
We’re dancing in a faded photo
Bare feet on the linoleum floor
Play oldies on the radio
Every chorus knows my name
You lean in close and hum along
And I’m seventeen again (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Your hair up
My shirt too wide
We laugh at how the styles changed
But every tender melody
Still fits us like it never aged
[Chorus]
Play oldies on the radio
Let that crackling time machine roll
We’re dancing in a faded photo
Bare feet on the linoleum floor
Play oldies on the radio
Every chorus knows my name
You lean in close and hum along
And I’m seventeen again
[Bridge]
Spin that dial
Don’t say a word
Let the background sing for us
Every verse a little prayer
Every hook a kind of trust (oh)
[Chorus]
Play oldies on the radio
Let that crackling time machine roll
We’re dancing in a faded photo
Bare feet on the linoleum floor
Play oldies on the radio
Don’t you ever change that song
As long as I’m here holding you
That’s where we belong