The Haunted Phonograph

I curse the day I bought that phonograph for
 You, my dear
 For there are times I swear that it's alive
 I chase at night the whispering from the music
 Room so clear
 But I'm mocked with silent scorn when I arrive
 I try to play Caruso but the needle skips the
 Groove
 While calypso and Ravel keep coming back
 And there beside that damned machine, you lie
 And never move
 I'm cuckolded by metal and shellac
 It comes to me in dreams and it declares "I'm
 Joan of Arc—
 You can burn me, but I've power from above!"
 But I fear it's not a dream, and you'll be
 Swallowed in its darkness
 It will one day speak your words for you, my love
 I tried to throw it out but back again the
 Trashmen came
 They were ashen white like they'd seen Father
 Death
 And they told me that it cried aloud and spoke
 To them by name
 So they returned it, ran, and prayed under their
 Breath
 And every night I long to coax you from that
 Phonograph
 But it's drained the appetites I once fulfilled
 Its gaping mouth, obscene and wide, turns every
 Tune to laughter
 And its arm, it waves commands to have me killed
 It comes to me in dreams and it declares "I'm
 Joan of Arc—
 You can burn me, but I've power from above!"
 But I fear it's not a dream, and you'll be
 Swallowed in its darkness
 It will one day speak your words for you, my love
 And now that you've gone deaf to every word
 That I could say
 I'm reaching out the only way you'll hear
 I beg into a microphone for you to turn my way
 And with my voice on wax, my body disappears!
 So play me on your phonograph and swear that I'll
 Be yours
 Though your heart and voice can nevermore be
 One/won
 Just drag that needle on me as I spin my loving
 Course
 Dreaming only of your kiss
 All the charms of yours I miss
 As I pop and as I hiss
 Spiraling into the abyss
 Oh my God, it's come to this
 We've been undone!
 Put another record on
 Play that music all night long
 And by the break of dawn
 We'll be in love