V1: G bm em c d
I used to go round
To a friends house
We would play guitar
Put on a record
Work out the chords
And sing away for hours
Pre: Am c g d
I’ll never forget how
We’d crank the volume loud
The day would darken
We wouldn’t even notice
Chorus: Am c em D Am C Em D
Sitting on the floor
Listening to your
Record collection
Library of my mind
Only place I’d find
Little piece of heaven
V2
Years have gone by
Doesn’t time fly
Both a little older
But hero’s still play
Taking the stage
The show is never over
Pre
We didn’t know then
What would happen
Memories made
Have always stayed with me/ to those records
Chorus
Post Chorus
Bridge
Am D em, Am D G D
And even if they pass away
We can always hear them sing
Spinning on the record player
Every day is getting straighter
Lovely
This is good, it could suit the piano, I can imagnine this an an Elton John sort of sound.
Doesn’t do much for me compared with many of the songs I’d love to be included.
This could have the Bob Dylan electric treatment with Hammond organ and as your guitar playing suggests a strong bass line, though not slide guitar. “We’d crank the volume loud” could have some dynamic changes (with care).
There are so many beautiful songs among these 21. It would be great if they could all be included in the album because they all come from the heart, ann there is happy and sad and lively and cheerful and sombre among them. Whichever are chosen it will be an album of quality, to look forward to and treasure x
Saskia Definitive, Volume 2. Lovely song.
I like the the idea of one’s record collection being a metaphor for a lover/ friend and from the title it’s immediately what I expected. Sadly I don’t think this was the case. It was more a fond nod to nostalgia about friendship and the time once shared enjoying commonality. It kept me engaged, but mainly because I was intrigued as to where the lyric would take me.
I didn’t really understand the line ‘you are my hero’. Not sure if this was aimed at the record player itself or your listening partner. I was fully expecting a lyrical twist at the end. Maybe the friend had died and your tribute was the lasting memory of your sonic sharing. Maybe a line like: “now the records show you turned 33, but never reached 45, but as ever to me when the needle lands you always come alive’ (not withstanding the phrasing / syllables etc – but just an example) . It’s a very pleasant melody and whilst it maybe a wonderful gift to the person you sing about, as it stands I just don’t think it transcends that well or that it’s up there with some of your other songs.