Written 11 years ago: recalls the days when music was vinyl only and a magical retreat from matters of the heart33 RPM NIRVANAFlattened faces pressed up against the glassIt’s well known no-one needs to askPeople talking ‘bout how I’m feelingIf they were me yes they’d be reelingThey’d need time and recuperationBut at night I take up stationHanging around in 33 RPM NirvanaGetting away to 33 RPM Nirvana She’s a stranger that’s her right to chooseWho can blame her she don’t like old newsYou might say she’s one go getterAnd why did she not treat me betterI admit I loved her deeplyBut right now I’m kind of sleepyHanging around in 33 RPM NirvanaGetting away in 33 RPM Nirvana I’m pulling the curtains and switching it onWatching the tone arm lower onto my black vinylDrifting away now the music is my riverNot analyzing I’m seeking separationThrough the mists of time I wanderWhat is life I’m bound to ponderGonna get to shrug my shouldersMoving on and getting bolderHanging around in 33 RPM NirvanaGetting away in 33 RPM Nirvana