Records Are Like Reagan
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better..."
The vinyl keeps on spinning
"No one knows what its like to be the bad man
to be the sad man behind blue eyes..."
On the same worn groove as old cowboy actors
"The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become comfortably numb..."
My old friend, victim of the "new improved model"
"If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears..."
Yet she keeps on spinning
"I can"t tell the difference between ABC News, Hill Street
Blues, and a preacher on the old time gospel hour stealing
money from the sick and the old
Well the God I believe in isn't short of cash mister."
Vinyl no matter how diminished retains a flavor of its own.