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In A Room 12" EP
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Released on New York based Ever/Never Records (E/V026) Four songs on one side and an etching on the other. Silk screened sleeve & insert. Very limited copies from us. You can also order direct from the label.
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In A Room EP
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In A Room 12" EP & T Shirt Deal
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Buy the 12" and t-shirt together and save a few quid. Sorry but shirts in medium, large and XL only.
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lyrics
In A Room
In a room full of dictator chic,
There is nothing here but waxwork mystique,
These are not people like you and me,
They are imposters from the land of the free,
The walls they build are frontiers of the mind,
A regressional therapy, a blight on humankind.
In a room spewing forth blobs of plasma,
I considered my credit score with karma,
And here you are, too foreign for home,
Too foreign for here, never enough for both,
When things were simple, like water from the well,
We had blind optimism and not a hope in hell.
In a room. Alone. (With you)
In a room surrounded by the inner circle,
Posing for the obligatory shot of the kill,
Heads I win, tails you lose,
Locate the escape route from these damned fools,
Moving forward? Not when you’re stuck in a jam,
Or is that just part of the overall plan?
In a room watching the paint dry,
Is not something that I have to justify,
Time is my friend and I watch it closely,
I could be detached and just do it remotely,
People who hate people come together,
And ‘no’ became the defining answer.
In a room. Alone. (With you)
In a room with a psychopathic tendency,
Not my fault, it’s a genetic deficiency,
I was Philip K Dick’s reluctant host,
The day the bread-man became toast,
He showed no empathy and no remorse,
And that became par for the course.
In a room where you can see it all,
Hitch up your britches, stand strong and tall,
You’ve got the panoptican blues baby,
You’ve got reds and yellows too,
You’ve got the panoptican blues baby,
When it sounds too good to be true.
In room. Alone. (With you)
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