Play It Backwards

If you really want to know, play it backwards Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds An act you may find seemingly absurd A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured Is Paul really here and on the level Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil Check each record groove and bevel In redundant curiosities I revel Did you find yourself in a sudden trance In a prompt unusual circumstance Perhaps then it’s more than chance Of what began as music and a dance A bit of messaging subliminal Some entertaining and minimal Others verging on being criminal Few for the mind, almost medicinal You won’t hear the message at their live show Only between your own wall and window For the secret put the record on and turn it slow And play it backwards, if you really want to know