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 flirted with the sound of another world That Tin Pan Alley thought was too absurd But miles of wire and recording tape Brought fortune, fame, and no escape to 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 Joe Meek ♪ The talented, the hopeful, the hopeless, and just plain starstruck climbed the stairs Up to the birthplace of the hits in search of three minutes of eternity In the homemade 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 The only rewards that the hit parade held in store for Joe Meek Joe Meek Joe Meek Joe Meek Joe Meek Joe Meek Joe Meek Joe Meek