Remember
when music was pure & uncut
and we were all users
trying to survive?
Addicted to
the crack-le ofthe needle
as it hit the 45?
Back when the
natural high of rock n’ roll
was enough to suffice?
We’re just some
jukebox junkies looking to score,
excuse me, mister
could you spare a dime?
Submitted: June 22, 2018
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hullabaloo22
I've still got a case of those 45's. And some old 33's too. Nothing to play them on but memories.
Fri, June 22nd, 2018 8:07pm