Lyrics Kid Quill – Flipside (Postlude)

Pick a record, okay?
What?
Now, ask me what’s on the flip side
Why?
Just ask me what’s on the flip side. Okay?
What is on the flip side?
See, you don’t ask me things like that
You never ask me what’s on the flip side
No. Because I don’t give a shit
Who cares about what’s on the flip side
Of a record?
I do
Every one of my records means something
The label
The producer
The year it was made
Who was copying whose styles
Who was expanding on that
Don’t you understand?
When I listen to my records…
…they take me back to certain points
In my life. Okay?
Just don’t touch my records. Ever
The first time that I met you…
…Modell’s sister’s high-school
Graduation party. Right?

And this was playing when I walked in the door