Down the reckless I escape from the world for a while
Flicking through the rock, punk, ska and hard house record pile
On Saturday Morning, slightly hungover from the night before
I head up to London to reckless, and head straight to the basement floor
Old 12inches, of classic rock, trance house and blues
Hours fly by as I pick and choose
The feel of taking the vinyl out its cover
With such gentleness, like a bond between baby and mother
Placing it on the player and putting the needle down
Getting lost in the music, forgetting you're in London town
The buzz and excitement of finding a rare classic Import
Then leaving with a collection of beauties you have bought
Heading back home, and mixing and listening to them in my room
I forgot about societies doom and gloom
The TV in the background with Jeff Stelling talking about the football
Whilst I am at my decks mixing some hardcore old school
Lost in the music, the concentration on my face as I feel the beats join in to one
And the harmony of the bass and the drum
I turn around and see that the football scores say that QPR have won
As I carefully put the records back in-between the photos of mum
Oh such bliss and happiness
Listing to my tunes I buy down the reckless.
