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Lyrics for JOE MEEK
JOE MEEK
Eric Goulden
On the second floor of number 304
Above a handbag store and the heavy roar
Of traffic rolling down the Holloway Road
A one-time bedroom housed the studio
Of Joe Meek
Where he conjured with the sound of another world
That Tin-Pan-Alley thought was to absurd
But miles of wire and recording tape
Brought fortune fame and no escape
For Joe Meek
As he stirred up the sound of a hurricane
Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave
Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain
These were the only rewards that the hit parade
Held in store for Joe Meek
The talented, the hopeful, the hopeless and just plain
Star-struck climbed the stairs up to the birthplace
Of the hits in search of three minutes of eternity
In the home-made sound laboratory of Joe Meek
Where he stirred up the sound of a hurricane
Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave
Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain
These were the only rewards that the hit parade
Held in store for Joe Meek ...
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