Hotel Terminus

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    The small engraved USB keys is the only way to physically purchase the EP. Each one contains the 3 tracks, the digital booklet, the ’42 Inches’ music video. They come in a little blue envelope that might also contain a secret message from me if you are lucky.

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lyrics

HOTEL TERMINUS

welcome
to the room of tricks and treats
it's only floor here
so you can never set the scene

welcome
to the room of tricks and treats
it's only floor here
so you can never set the scene

the swans froze to the ice
in all their beauty
waiting for nothing but to see
a suitcase of sunshine appear from the sea

eat the
candy on the pillowcase
sweet dreams are on the house
with compliments from wise men

the swans froze to the ice
in all their beauty
waiting for nothing but to see
a suitcase of sunshine appear from the sea

you are free
to have anything
you like
knock over the vending machine
and forget about the coin slot

shine upon me
the future is where you want it to be

credits

from We Are Not Amused, released May 25, 2011
Composer & lyrics: Line Maria Clement Grunert (A Girl in a Rat Suit)

Producer: Mario J McNulty

Piano: Mike Garson

Guitar: Aaron Lee Tasjan

Keys: Didi Gutman

Drum programming: Sterling Campbell

Vocals: Line Maria Clement Grunert

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A Girl in a Rat Suit Copenhagen, New York

A Girl in a Rat Suit is Line Maria Clement Grunert, physically based in Copenhagen/New York, mentally based somewhere between a very wide field and a very dark night. I’m inspired by old Danish hymns, the Fraggle Rock characters, grunge, drum machines, old times, new times and beauty.

Contact:
linegrunert@gmail.com
+45 4085 1128
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