Shagpile Bed
Nostalgic Nightscape: Shagpile Bed's Musical Memoir
Lyrics
Well I flew in from out of town
Arrived from an external location.
Got the train in, I got the train out
Took a train in and out.
I warmed myself up on the underground
Found warmth in the underground.
I'm Heading in when they're all leaving
Entering while others are leaving.
Sleeping in a carriage that's heaving
Sleeping in a crowded carriage.
Just a short hop on the Bakerloo and Central lines
Short journey on Bakerloo and Central lines.
In the shadows of the grand empty tower
Referencing a grand empty tower.
It's fountain's periodic shower
Describing a periodic fountain shower.
A world through a doorway well hidden from view
A world hidden behind a doorway.
The Shagpile was my welcome bed
'Shagpile' refers to a welcoming bed.
An old MCI above my head
Mentioning an old MCI (possibly equipment) above.
And the circuitry to keep me warm through the night
Referring to circuitry keeping warm through the night.
The bands and the jingles they come and they go
Reference to music bands and jingles.
The same old faces that nobody knows
Familiar faces in the music scene.
But the sounds that filled up the room lit up my world
The impact of music filling the room.
The coolness and the awesome dudes
Describing cool people with long hair and joints.
With their long hair and their giant doobs
In a hazy state, losing track of location.
In the haziness I forgot where I was
Memory lapse in the haziness.
Now the tape machine's in fast rewind
Tape machine in fast rewind, feeling disoriented.
I'm going mad, no I'm going blind
Feeling overwhelmed and potentially losing sanity.
Gotta hold it together, don't give the game away
Trying to remain composed and not reveal inner struggles.
The Shagpile was my welcome bed
Reiteration of the Shagpile as a welcoming bed.
An old MCI above my head
Mentioning the presence of an old MCI again.
And the circuitry to keep me warm
Reiterating the warmth provided by circuitry.
The power supplies were always on
Power supplies always active, suggesting constant energy.
The console never smelled that great
Console not smelling great, perhaps indicating age or wear.
An old battle axe you love or you hate
Describing the console as an old battle axe with mixed feelings.
The sound was so 'nineteen seventies'
Characterizing the sound as reminiscent of the 1970s.
Through the night
Reiteration of experiences through the night.
Well my head was still spinning when I got up from the ground
Feeling disoriented or dizzy upon standing up.
Control room was full, the client's in town
Control room filled, clients in town, potentially a work scenario.
They must've wondered who the hell I was
Clients possibly curious about the narrator's presence.
Now you don't see the sun for days at a time
Extended periods without seeing the sun.
Sure ain't no fun when the music's not mine
Making music feels less enjoyable when not personally connected.
Just second hand smoke, stale beer and wine
Surrounded by unpleasant elements - smoke, beer, and wine.
The Shagpile was my welcome bed
Restating the Shagpile as a comforting space.
That old MCI above my head
Reiterating the presence of the old MCI.
The circuitry to keep me warm
Emphasizing the warmth from circuitry and constant power.
The power supplies were always on
Highlighting the not-so-great smell of the console.
The console never smelled that great
Describing the console as an old battle axe with mixed feelings.
An old battle axe you love or you hate
Characterizing the sound as reminiscent of the 1970s.
But the sound was so 'nineteen seventies'
Reiterating experiences with the sound through the night.
Through the night
Final emphasis on the sound's association with the 1970s.
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