Drop The Needle
Alex Wilson
Description
A nostalgic disco-pop track built around the sensual metaphor of playing a vinyl record. It captures the intimate connection between two people through the shared experience of music, emphasizing anticipation, shared secrets, and the intoxicating feeling of being lost in the moment. A blend of coy playfulness and genuine emotion, perfect for a dancefloor slow-burn.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] There’s a record on the table with our names in the dust, Little click of static like it’s learning our trust. Curtains doing slow-dance with the midnight breeze, You tune the volume with your hand on my sleeve. Liner notes open like a secret we kept, You say “ready?” and the room says “yep.” [Pre-Chorus] Find the tempo by the rise and fall, Count me in—one, two—don’t rush at all. [Chorus] Drop the needle, let it spin, Find the groove and trace it where the night begins. Keep it steady, keep it in, Let the vinyl teach our heartbeat how to grin. When the chorus hits, we lean right in— Side A fades and Side B wins. Drop the needle, let it spin, Play me over, over, over again. [Post-Chorus] Spin—spin—spin. Again—again—again. [Verse 2] You tilt the sleeve like a postcard home, First press magic in the living-room glow. We’re needle-to-groove, no skips, no skips, You cue the bridge with a bite of your lip. Metronome streetlights tapping through glass, We slow to thirty-three, then laugh. [Pre-Chorus] Catch the lift right before it drops, Hold the downbeat—promise me it never stops. [Chorus] Drop the needle, let it spin, Every little crackle is a violin. Keep it closer, pull me in, Fade the world to black and let the soundtrack win. When the chorus hits, we lean right in— Side A fades and Side B wins. Drop the needle, let it spin, Play me over, over, over again. [Bridge] No scratches if you move just right, Hands like velvet, timing like light. If there’s a skip, we’ll ride it smooth, Make our own edit in the living-room booth. I’m your deep cut, you’re my secret track— Lift and land, then put me back. [Chorus] Drop the needle, let it spin, Turn the quiet into fireworks within. Keep it steady, keep it in, Close as stereo, sweeter than a win. When the chorus hits, we lean right in— Side A fades and Side B grins. Drop the needle, let it spin, Play me over, over—’til the morning grins. [Tag] “OK, one more play… for archival purposes.” [Outro] Spin...Spin...Spin... Over...Over...Over... Fade