歌词
In dusty bins, in hidden nooks,
Amidst the shelves, where few will look,
Lie treasures deep, in vinyl's cracks,
The melodies of rare tracks.
Forgotten songs of yesteryear,
In grooves and beats, they reappear.
With every spin, the needle finds,
The echoes of once brilliant minds.
A singer’s voice, a band’s refrain,
A chorus lost, now found again.
In every scratch, in every hiss,
A memory, a fleeting kiss.
These rare tracks tell of times gone by,
Of dreams that soared, of hearts that cried.
They whisper secrets, soft and low,
Of places only music knows.
Through time’s embrace, they’ve journeyed far,
From smoky clubs to old guitar.
Each note a gem, each lyric gold,
In rare tracks, stories bold.
Collectors seek, with patient ear,
The hidden gems, the songs unclear.
For in the hunt, there lies the thrill,
Of finding tunes that time stood still.
A hidden riff, a bassline sweet,
A melody, a rhythmic beat.
In these rare tracks, the soul’s delight,
A treasure trove in vinyl’s night.
The turntable spins, the magic starts,
A symphony of beating hearts.
From olden days to modern times,
Rare tracks resound with timeless rhymes.
They bridge the past with present flow,
In every verse, in every show.
A testament to music’s might,
To capture dreams and take to flight.
So seek them out, these hidden plays,
In record shops and alleyways.
For in their sound, you’ll find the spark,
Of artists’ souls, a journey’s mark.
In rare tracks, life’s essence stored,
In simple tunes, emotions poured.
A legacy in every chord,
A history in songs adored.
So let them play, these rare delights,
Through lonely days and vibrant nights.
For in their magic, we’ll revive,
The heart of music, kept alive.
