Home Sweet Home
Chill Bump Lyrics

I was designed to spin you the finest tracks,
I was created to provide you with the best music possible.

I'm thin, my skin is a shiny black.
I have a slim build and a glossy appearance.

Yeah, I am wax.
I am made of wax, a material commonly used for making records.

I hibernate in my crate and I relax…
I rest comfortably in my storage container, waiting to be used.

Waiting for the perfect life,
I am patiently anticipating an ideal existence.

for my band to sell me as merchandise.
I am hoping to be sold as a product by the musical group that created me.

Fourty fans wait for me in line.
I have a large following of admirers eagerly anticipating my arrival.

I ain't even been heard but I've already been signed.
Despite not yet being heard by the public, someone has already agreed to distribute me.

Off I go, I'm so so lucky.
I am fortunate to be going out into the world.

I've found me a home and my owner loves me.
I have been purchased and am cared for by my new owner.

I spin ten times a day.
I am played ten times each day.

He grins and sings while I play.
My owner happily listens to me and even sings along.

But one night, my owner throws a party.
One evening, my owner hosts a gathering at his home.

gets stoned and I'm stolen by somebody.
While under the influence, my owner's property is taken by an intruder.

Please, help! I'm all by myself,
I am alone without my owner or anyone to take care of me.

Covered in dust on a stranger's shelf. Damn!
I am neglected and have become dirty while being kept on an unfamiliar shelf.

Why d'they take me away from my home sweet home?
I wonder why I was taken away from the place where I was happy and well-cared for.

Damn, I wanna go back.
I deeply desire to return to my previous home.

Twenty years have passed since I've been strayed.
Two decades have gone by since I was taken from my original owner.

I've hollered, I've cussed, I've begged and I've prayed,
I have tried everything in my power to be reunited with my rightful owner.

My cover's colours are beginning to fade.
My design is becoming less visible and vibrant over time.

I'm smothered in dust,‘cause I never get played.
I am neglected and accumulating dust due to my lack of use.

One day, I'm stuffed in a box,
At some point, I am stored away in a container.

With busted up kicks and ugly clocks.
I am kept alongside damaged footwear and unattractive clocks.

Exposed at the market for the customers' flux
I am displayed for sale at a market, with potential buyers coming and going.

and I'm sold to a chump for a couple of bucks.
I am purchased by an unsuspecting buyer for a small amount of money.

Taken home to be frantically handled,
I am brought to my new owner's place to be excitedly played with and used.

his hand pulls me back, I'm scratched and dismantled.
My owner handles me roughly, causing scratches and potential damage.

My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal,
My new owner poorly manipulates my music like a destructive criminal.

My piano notes get extracted as samples.
Pieces of my music are taken and used as examples for future compositions.

He uses and abuses me,
My new owner takes advantage of me, overusing and damaging me in the process.

glues me to a beat, spews a few grooves with me, two or three.
He manipulates me to fit his own rhythmic pattern, producing a few musical passages.

when I thought we were just getting started,
Just when I thought there was hope for our relationship as owner and object.

he takes me back to the market…
He sells me back to the market, beginning the cycle anew.

I can't wait to return to my home sweet home,
I eagerly anticipate a return to my original, comfortable residence.

‘cause I've traveled a lot.
All of my travels and new owners have been tumultuous and unfavorable experiences.

Once again, I'm out in the cold,
I am alone and out in the open, with no one to care for me.

exposed on the market, waiting to be sold.
I am once again subject to potential buyers at a public marketplace.

Far from home, feeling abandonned.
I am far away from the place where I felt loved and secure, and am feeling neglected as a result.

A random man grabs me and I'm examined.
A stranger picks me up and inspects me.

He buys me whilst rubbing his palms,
The stranger purchases me while feeling excited or anticipatory.

and calmly wanders off with me under his arm.
The new owner confidently leaves with me held under his arm.

I must've gained value by today
Over time, I have become more valuable and desirable.

‘cause he put me up on eBay right away.
My new owner immediately put me up for sale on the popular online marketplace.

When will this shit stop, I'm pissed off.
I am angry and frustrated with being repeatedly bought and sold with no control over my fate.

quickly bought again and then getting shipped off.
My lack of agency in this process leads me to be bought and immediately sent to another owner.

But this time… to a known place.
Surprisingly, I am sent to a place I have been before.

I'm opened and see my owner's face.
When opened, I see the face of my original owner.

He sees the autographs, sheds a tear,
My owner becomes emotional upon seeing my autographs and history.

we've both got old, it's been over twenty years.
After two decades, both myself and my owner have aged significantly.

He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks.
My original owner plays me and sings along to my music.

Damn it feels good to be back… Home!
Returning to my original environment and owner feels like a euphoric experience.

(the loop spins round)
The cycle of my existence and ownership begins once again.