A Suitcase of Vinyl Records

Lyrics for the song ‘A Suitcase of Vinyl Records’ by Abu Sayed. Explore the story behind the music.

I pulled a suitcase of vinyl records from the dark
Just to watch your body move and catch a spark
I want to feel you spinning till the morning light
And let the rhythm hold our hips together tight
The needle drops and finds a slow and heavy groove
I watch the way your painted lips begin to move
You pour two glasses of a whiskey sweet and strong
And pull me closer where my hungry hands belong
There is a crackle and a hiss across the silent room
Just a burning touch inside the midnight gloom
I trace a circle softly down your lower spine
Drunk on the chemistry that makes you mine
We have a suitcase of vinyl records on the bed
And every melody is messing with my head
We are tangling up like a forty-five in the heat
Lost in the magic of a slow and steady beat
Spinning round to the slow and steady beat
Tasting every drop of sweat and holding onto the heat
The shadows fall across your shoulders bare and warm
I am finding shelter deep inside this quiet storm
Your heavy breathing is the only song I need
Planting a kiss to watch the fiery passion bleed
There is a crackle and a hiss across the silent room
Just a burning touch inside the midnight gloom
I trace a circle softly down your lower spine
Drunk on the chemistry that makes you mine
We have a suitcase of vinyl records on the bed
And every melody is messing with my head
We are tangling up like a forty-five in the heat
Lost in the magic of a slow and steady beat
Spinning round to the slow and steady beat
Tasting every drop of sweat and holding onto the heat
We have a suitcase of vinyl records on the floor
And honey tonight I am going to give you more
Every single touch is making me go blind
Sayed is leaving every reason far behind
We do not need a single word to understand
Just the friction of my skin against your hand
Keep your eyes closed, let me take you there
Just the sound of the record and the midnight air
We have a suitcase of vinyl records on the bed
And every melody is messing with my head
We are tangling up like a forty-five in the heat
Lost in the magic of a slow and steady beat

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• Public Repository: https://github.com/ImAbuSayed/a-suitcase-of-vinyl-records
• Public Gist: https://gist.github.com/ImAbuSayed/fbd269a0a7f10f2b32b68badd3f5d1e1
• Song Page: https://imabusayed.github.io/a-suitcase-of-vinyl-records/
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