💃🏻 Two little speakers over my ears… | Press Play On The World #music #ailig

Link to track - PRESS PLAY ON THE WORLD
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=YZzjdJJluQ8&si=v7nhC3pSzHTiYeya
Podcast - PRESS PLAY ON THE WORLD
https://youtu.be/1kLc-_aNmp0

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Lyrics:
PRESS PLAY ON THE WORLD
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Click.
A little hiss.
Then suddenly...
the day belongs to me.

Same road, same morning,
same voices passing by.
Someone's selling something,
someone's always asking why.
But I've got summer folded in my pocket,
two little speakers over my ears.
And with one button...
every ordinary thing disappears.

The traffic moves without me.
The city talks somewhere far away.
I didn't leave the world...
I just changed what it sounded like today.

So press play on the world I want to hear,
put the blue into the sky,
bring the water closer near.
Let the drums move my feet,
let the harmony decide
I'm still right here...
just somewhere else inside.
Press play.
Let the whole day turn around.
Sometimes happiness is only
choosing your own sound.

Bare feet, warm pavement,
salt waiting in the air.
Old foam headphones, messy hair,
and I don't really care.
The tape runs slightly slower
when the sunlight gets too warm.
Maybe perfect isn't perfect...
Maybe perfect has some noise.

A wave breaks
I barely hear it.
Someone laughs
it joins the song.
Funny how the world feels different
when you choose what it belongs to.

So press play on the world I want to hear,
put the blue into the sky,
bring the water closer near.
Let the bass move my feet,
let the melody decide
I'm still right here...
just somewhere else inside.
Press play.
Let the whole day turn around.
Sometimes happiness is only
choosing your own sound.

Side A.
Sun high.
No Wi-Fi.
Still alive.
No feed, no scroll,
no algorithm knows
which little song just saved my soul.
Rewind.
Play.
Let it roll.
Tiny wheels and magnetic soul.
Call it old
I call it mine.
Forty-five minutes outside of time.

Maybe I don't need another world.
Maybe this one's beautiful enough.
Maybe all I needed
was to turn down everything
that wasn't love.

Press play on the world I want to feel,
where the water touches music
and the imaginary turns real.
Let tomorrow wait behind me.
Let yesterday unwind.
For one afternoon
the whole wide world
is playing inside my mind.

The sun goes down.
The tape runs out.
Click.
And suddenly...
I can hear the ocean again.