Testo di Commodore Memories

The screen flickers and the clock ticks I shouldn't be up this late I'm rolling up in the carpet And pressing play on tape I'm still in single figures, I think This isn't yet my room I've had to sneak down two flights Of stairs in midnight gloom The thrill of technology Will keep me awake tonight My stomach feels a little weird It knows I'm doing something wrong Adrenalin flows as games load Expectations raised because it takes so long I've turned down the volume So I can barely hear the sound That indicates the game is ready And I should stick around The thrill of technology Will keep me awake tonight This television has no remote control, but it is mine It only takes sixteen colours to send shivers down my spine To this day, when I hear those vibrant chords there's no way I can disguise a Lump in my throat from those familiar notes on an 8-bit synthesizer.