From Needle to the Cloud

Back in the days when the nights were slow,

A spinning wheel made the people go,

Thomas Edison lit the spark,

A phonograph singing in the dark.

Voices trapped in a metal groove,

First time ever the world could move.

Verse 2

Then came the records, black and round,

Gramophone dreams, that scratchy sound,

Cassette tapes in our beating hearts,

Rewind, record, yeah that was art.

Walkman playing our private song,

Side A, Side B, all day long.

Chorus

From the needle to the cloud above,

We changed the way we feel the love,

Every sound, every revolution,

Music is our evolution.

Turn it up, never let it fade,

From yesterday to the songs we made.

Verse 3

Shiny CDs like silver suns,

Burned our mixes, greatest ones,

MP3s in pockets tight,

A thousand songs in a single night.

Then the iPod changed the game,

All your music knew your name.

Bridge

Smartphones glowing in our hands,

Every beat across the lands,

No more limits, no rewind,

Every song, all the time.

Chorus

From the needle to the cloud above,

We changed the way we feel the love,

Every sound, every revolution,

Music is our evolution.

Turn it up, never let it fade,

From yesterday to the songs we made.

Outro

Now we’re streaming through the air,

Playlists floating everywhere,

But the magic’s still the same,

Different tools, one burning flame.

Yeah the music never dies,

It just learns how to fly.

The RoAn Tigers music Love peace out out out

No music No Life