How many excuses do you think we can fit on the end of this needle? Weaving and waving around through cracked grooves,going round and round itself in a downward
spiral of jazzy tunes. How do we know that a record is ever really broken? Maybe, just vinyl and needle fighting for different paths. All we know for sure is that whatever path is chosen you will
always end up in the middle. Unless of course, the needle never even grazes the surface.
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