I began as a name, mirrored and proud But many numbered layers became my shroud. I have no shape, yet I fill the room, I am the silence in a digital tomb. The more you explain me, the less I am there I am the ghost of a secret, dissolved in the air

I’m where the vinyl’s spirit moves, A winding path the needle proves. I’m carved in circles, far out, smooth. Find me, friend, and feel the ? The ? is in the heart! What am I?

As the song makes clear, a seasick one has no tender sweetness, perhaps because it is two hundred million years old. The first four also refer to an ugly shoe. The middle is the first syllable of a musical about a southwestern or south central US state. The last four sound like how you used to make a phone call, before everything had buttons or screens.

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, we're gonna do this around the clock tonight.

Surprisingly there are people who still don't understand the idiom of you can't see the riddle answer for the trees