Vintage EP Pt. II

Intro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Oh

Verse 1

Grandma kept a jukebox spinning vinyl in the hall

Forty-fives of the old mariachi bands

Cumbia on a Sunday morning after church bells call

She said the rhythm runs deeper than the sand

I found a dusty tape deck underneath the stairs

Spliced together stories with a razor blade

My uncle's laughter cut between the trumpet flares

Every scratch a memory that never fades

Pre-Chorus

And I'm spinning

Spinning

Spinning it back around

Chorus

Tha earth remembers everything

Tha earth remembers every sound

Every footstep every heartbeat

Tha earth remembers what we found

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Verse 2

Traded cassette tapes for a crate of old records

Samples stacked like river stones in the mud

Drum machine pulse like the rain on the porch steps

Talking over basslines in my blood

My pops used to mix in the backyard when it rained

Turntables under a blue tarp tent

He taught me that a scratch is a language not a stain

Every crackle tells you where the record went

Pre-Chorus

And I'm spinning

Spinning

Spinning it back around

Chorus

Tha earth remembers everything

Tha earth remembers every sound

Every footstep every heartbeat

Tha earth remembers what we found

Bridge

Soil holds the dust of the ones before us

Wax holds the hiss of the ones who sang

I'm just a needle tracing out the chorus

Of a song that's been humming since the world began

Chorus

Tha earth remembers everything

Tha earth remembers every sound

Every footstep every heartbeat

Tha earth remembers what we found

Outro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Spinning

Spinning