Let Babylon Burn - Around the classic

Grandad is reading them, spinning slow and sweet.
Warm little crackle like a second heartbeat.
Every scratch a story that divine old fold,
Worth more to me than a room full of gold.
Turn it low in the evening when the day gets tired.
Around the classic is the sound I desire.
Round and round, let the old theme play.
Carry me back to a warmer day.
Around the classic, round and round,