They kicked me out of school ’cause they said I didn’t listen, but Veronica knew I was heavy into Zeppelin. I could never get job with a paid vacation because the records I play are my only education.
I turn it up.
She hooked me on a line with her walkman and her radio. She knew all the records that the other girls didn’t know. At night I couldn’t sleep so I lay there with my headphones on, thinking of her eyes while I listen to her favorite song.
I turn it up.
The guru chants “om” to shut out the people. The choir sings out in the halls of cathedrals. They try to find a way to beat the forces of evil. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital.
It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital. It doesn’t matter if she’s analog or digital.