these are my records of seduction 
those what’s left from the divorce 

there are a handful 
from my childhood bedroom 

mixed with some that 
just arrived in that box 

I’ve carried these crates 
through stints as a deejay 

there are many that I can’t spin again 
I’ve sold half several times over 

then I think 
there are many worst sins 

I don’t need your condescension
your pity or uninformed views 

I just ask if you have the time to listen
There are many things I’d like to play for you