Takes

Lyrics

[verse]

There's a record spinning on the shelf at home

Every crackle carries us where we used to roam

Mama sang it soft while the kettle steamed

Now the needle drops and I'm back inside the dream

[verse]

Every corner shop had a radio on

Every uncle humming till the night was gone

Borrowed rhythms, stitched into our street

Every worn-out groove still moves my feet

[chorus]

Everybody needs a song that lifts them high

Mine's stitched from vinyl, dust, and a lullaby

Spin it on the mono, spin it till it's gone

This is how the family carries on

[verse]

Cousins dancing barefoot on the tile

Grandma clapping slow but with a smile

Every language folded into one refrain

Every summer evening plays it once again

[chorus]

Everybody needs a song that lifts them high

Mine's stitched from vinyl, dust, and a lullaby

Spin it on the mono, spin it till it's gone

This is how the family carries on

[bridge]

Sitar hums beneath the bassline hum

Two worlds meeting where the rhythms come

Every needle drop, a little prayer

Every borrowed beat, a love we share

[chorus]

Everybody needs a song that lifts them high

Mine's stitched from vinyl, dust, and a lullaby

Spin it on the mono, spin it till it's gone

This is how the family carries on

Model notes (creation log)

## Metadata
**Caption:** 90s Britpop-Bhangra fusion, sitar sample, groovy, male vocal
**BPM:** 100
**Duration:** 187.0s
**Key:** F major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
There's a record spinning on the shelf at home
Every crackle carries us where we used to roam
Mama sang it soft while the kettle steamed
Now the needle drops and I'm back inside the dream

[verse]
Every corner shop had a radio on
Every uncle humming till the night was gone
Borrowed rhythms, stitched into our street
Every worn-out groove still moves my feet

[chorus]
Everybody needs a song that lifts them high
Mine's stitched from vinyl, dust, and a lullaby
Spin it on the mono, spin it till it's gone
This is how the family carries on

[verse]
Cousins dancing barefoot on the tile
Grandma clapping slow but with a smile
Every language folded into one refrain
Every summer evening plays it once again

[chorus]
Everybody needs a song that lifts them high
Mine's stitched from vinyl, dust, and a lullaby
Spin it on the mono, spin it till it's gone
This is how the family carries on

[bridge]
Sitar hums beneath the bassline hum
Two worlds meeting where the rhythms come
Every needle drop, a little prayer
Every borrowed beat, a love we share

[chorus]
Everybody needs a song that lifts them high
Mine's stitched from vinyl, dust, and a lullaby
Spin it on the mono, spin it till it's gone
This is how the family carries on