The stories behind Ghost in Room Two-Fourteen

• A Slap-Bass Sleuth Hunts Down Telemetry Static — Take B leans into deep pocket funk, syncopated horn blasts, and narrative baritone delivery.
• Chasing RF Ghosts Across the Hospital Airwaves — When cardiac monitors flash false alarms at 2:14 a.m., an HTM specialist tracks rogue frequencies across the alley.

Lyrics

2 .14 a .m.

Every single night

The nurses say it's a ghost I say

it's an RF frequency

Phantom of Rhythmia all over the place

Jarge nurse crossing herself looking mighty pale

Said an old surgeon's spirit was haunting the bed

Well I put out my spectrum analyzer from the case

Plugged in the directional antenna to the base

Sparking 460 megahertz high

That ain't an angel singing from the sky

Outro across the alley line there's a ghost in room 214

screwing with the telemetry on the screen ain't got no chains ain't got no sheet just a bullet

private radio blasting on the street cranking low power on an unlicensed wire setting all the

hospital alarms on fire grab the fcc grab my copper tape call that ghost in the

rain no escape

No escape

Walked across the alley to the brownstone flint

Knocked on the attic door where the hippies sat

Tubes glowing orange on a homemade ring

Spinning vinyl records and dancing the jing

I said, brother, your harmonics are bleeding through the air

Scaring all the nurses and the patients over there

He looked at my badge and his eyes went wide

Man, I didn't know my broadcast was taking that ride

There's a ghost in room 214

Spooving with the telemetry on the screen

Ain't got no chains, ain't got no sheets

Just a bootleg private radio blasting on the street

Crankin' low power rock on an unlicensed wire

Sittin' all the hospital alarms on fire

Grab the FCC,

grab my cop a tape

Call that ghost and there ain't no escape you

Put a low pass filter on his coax line

Tuned his transmitter so his signal sounded fine

He gave me a vintage cassette for my crew

I said, keep it off my band

or I'm coming back for you.

I'm in room 214

Screwing with the telemetry on the screen

Ain't got no chain, ain't got no sheet

Just a bullet pirate radio blasting on the street

Drinking low power rock on an unlicensed wire

Setting all the hospital alarms on fire

Grab the FCC,

grab my copper tape

Call that ghost in the rain

No escape

Little untrue

Black and true True, no more ghosts.

Just another night on the

Biomed.

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