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Phonograph

words & music by Nate Shelkey

I wound the phonograph back up
Put on a tune to say good luck
And dance across the floor
And a little more
Can’t hurt to try, if you know what it’s for

I took the photograph back down
The old fashioned kind with yellows, golds, and browns
I like to pretend that it’s happening now
and not a photograph I’ve just found

I put the telephone on its side
I cut the cord again so that I
I’ll never have to make another call
I’ll just have to write people letters now is all