Track 7 of the album Eastbound · 2013
Record Shop Digger's Hands
by Kane Rivers
“Digging crates is church for me. The bell above the door is the amen.”
boom-bap · crate-digger rap · boom-bap · 3:29
Lyrics
Saturday door bell rings above my head Cardboard crates stacked up like a city instead Fingers walk the spines, dust on every sleeve Digging for a drum break I can almost believe Old man at the counter with a pencil on his ear Says the good ones hide, son, they wait for you here I flip a dollar record, cover torn at the seam Drop the needle down slow and it sounds like a dream One crate, two crates, dust in the light Somebody's whole story pressed in black and white Digger's hands, digger's hands Finding gold where the dust still stands Every crackle is a heartbeat from the past Digger's hands, digger's hands Turn a quiet corner into a band Found a piece of the sound that was made to last Bass line buried in a bargain bin bin Horn section waiting for the day to begin I hum it on the train with the record on my knee Chopping it in my head like a recipe My pops had a shelf with a handwritten label Hip hop, soul, and a cracked kitchen table Now I'm the one with the crate in my arms Pulling out the past with a whole lot of charm One crate, two crates, dust in the light Somebody's whole story pressed in black and white Digger's hands, digger's hands Finding gold where the dust still stands Every crackle is a heartbeat from the past Digger's hands, digger's hands Turn a quiet corner into a band Found a piece of the sound that was made to last Needle lifts, the room goes still The old man smiles, says that's the thrill It was never about the price on the sleeve It's the sound you find when you stop to believe Paper bag under my arm, walking home slow Sun going orange on the avenue glow Gonna cut it up tonight, make it brand new Send it back to the world with a little bit of me too Somebody dug for this before I was born Now it lives in my speakers, still soulful and worn Pass it on, pass it on, that's the code Every beat is a letter on a long dusty road Digger's hands, digger's hands Finding gold where the dust still stands Every crackle is a heartbeat from the past Digger's hands, digger's hands Turn a quiet corner into a band Found a piece of the sound that was made to last Dust in the light, dust in the light Drop the needle down, it's gonna be all right