spinning Songtext
von Jim Infantino

I had this little tape recorder
I used to go down to the coffee shop
Record people
Play it back later
Was that wrong?

You spun around
You turned me on
You left me on
And then you left me here
Spinning
Spinning

Like an old jazz record
Like a Waring blender
On a merry go round
In the galaxy


You spun around
You turned me on
You left me on
And then you left me here
Spinning
Spinning

On a walk through the woods one day
I heard a bird that sounded just like Charlie Parker
I was amazed
But I didn′t have my recorder with me
So I just stood there and listened

Like a cyclone storming
Like a snail shell forming
On an orbiting ball
Round a yellow star

You spun around, you turned me on,
You left me on, and then you left me here
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning


On the van ride home I was tired and sad
Then you reached across and grabbed my hand
And all my pain just flew away
And I felt warm
And held