Side A Side B
SIDE A!
SIDE B!
You made a little tape for me!
SIDE A!
SIDE B!
A little piece of you for me!
Back in the nineties,
song by song,
Big sister, you chose from CDs.
Maybe songs you loved yourself,
Or ones you thought would speak to me.
You put them on
a little tape, Two sides of music,
yours to give.
You couldn't know how much a gift
Like that would come to mean to me.
Side A,
Side B,
You made a little tape for me.
You didn't write a single song,
But I could hear you all along.
Not in the words,
not in the tune,
But in the way they came from you.
Side A,
Side B,
A little piece of you for me.
The cassette clicked, the wheels began,
A little hiss before the sound.
You'd pause the tape and change the disc,
To bring another song around.
You wrote the titles,
artists too,
And made the cover with your pens.
A little sleeve around the tape,
I think about it now and then.
Side A,
Side B,
You made a little tape for me.
You didn't write a single song,
But I could hear you all along.
Not in the words,
not in the tune,
But in the way they came from you.
Side A,
Side B,
A little piece of you for me.
These days a song is just a tap,
No wheels, no hiss,
no side.
The music comes from everywhere,
With nothing left
to rewind.
But still I think of that old tape,
The songs you gathered there.
And how a simple thing like that
Could hold a little care.
Was it the songs you loved the most,
Or ones you thought I'd like?
I never knew what made you choose,
And maybe that's alright.
So many voices, different songs,
From people we never knew.
They gave their music to the world,
But that little tape came from you. (yeah!)
(come on!) (Side A,
Side B!)
SIDE A! SIDE
B! You made a little tape for me!
You didn't write a single song,
But I could hear you all along.
Not in the words,
not in the tune,
But in the way they came from you.
SIDE
A!
SIDE B!
A little piece of you
for me!
The songs belonged to other voices,
The melodies were never new.
But when I think of Side A,
Side B, I always think of you.