[Intro]
At the record store...
There is tons of music to discover...
[Verse 1]
In the age where music is downloadable
One has to wonder; where did people go?
To get their music in the olden days
When people only heard what the radio played
It's called a record store, where people went to buy
Lots of CD's and LP's that they could possibly find
Some people want the hits, some people want obscure
Some people believe that music is the only cure
It used to be big, but now it's just small
What you think you can't find them at all?
They exist in your small city or historic downtown
And they carry everything in high-fidelity sound
Without them, you wouldn't have the music of today
You wouldn't have aspiring producers sampling
To simply put it, you wouldn't even have any taste
If you think a record store is "just another place"
[Chrous]
If you're looking for me, I'm at the record store
If you're looking for me, I'm at the record store
[Verse 2]
You take music for granted, your computers will die...
Someday, and it'll take everything away
You're antisocial if you purchase everything...
On the world wide web, which is a music lovers dream
Whatever happened to talking to people who know
About music, and what would be collectables
Nowadays an LP is just a novelty
And what is this thing we call a "CD"?
It's not just a relic, it's an establishment
A small business which needs your dollars and cents
So what if Tower Records went bankrupt...
Look at the others, did they survive on dumb luck?
They survived because they served the community
The tech can't replicate that, do you feel me?
They don't know what you want, but human do
Algorithims can't replace what we do