Herb Alpert

thinking back pulling out putting on vynil dressed in a comfortable coat static free stylistically always came with let me roll up my sleeves rummaging through my own ancient history believing this is what i grew up on and so tapping my arm finding a vein i put the needle on and within me shoots hot things forgotten (my Mum always twisting the knob randomly to today's station [drum roll] jazz and so we would take it in not by nose sniffing but a russian roulette of what was played around sometimes symphonic or r&b whatever i got my kicks off) and follow me to the depths if deeper seeing through my eyes an album cover more then for me **** at a young age