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In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves
At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves
At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves
Lyrics submitted by Hunter, edited by HomerNoodleman, dgbaker, voyager1121
White Room Lyrics as written by Pete Brown Jack Bruce
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Beautiful song. Sad but upbeat and emphatic. Lyrics are simple "Beat" poetry. Lost love is all. No drugs, no Nam, no nothing. Everything is bleak. What isn't bleak around train stations? Or lost love? Silver horses are tears. Tired starlings are the parting lovers. Yellow tigers is just her unspoken look of her recall and acknowledgement of their parting. Perhaps sympathy combined with an admonishment, "get over it. I have." Of course the erstwhile Lothario cannot get over it and continues to obsess. Otherwise there'd be no story here, folks. Lost love. It's a classic theme like Longfellow's "Evangeline".
Sorry Rulle - I hit "flag" when I meant to hit "Post Reply" ! [That happens to me a lot at this site.]<br /> <br /> Your post is condensed truth - like a poem. I love it. Your words are worthy of the song itself. White Room - one of my all-time favorite songs. <br /> <br /> A crazy experience: once, back in the 90's, I wanted to call a radio station to request this song - but I couldn't get through - line was busy. I spoke to no one, my call never went through. <br /> I had barely hung up the phone when this song came over the airwaves.<br /> <br /> "Mind-Reading Psychic Radio? or GOD.
@RulleMarie/ ......great analysis.....thank you for your literary insights in breaking down this [ image-laden] lyric-poem, and clarifying its basic LOST-LOVE narrative......without a clear-headed interpretation like yours, the bonehead LSD-drug or psychedelic Vietnam war- recollection interpretations ( sometimes both, together) would dominate this discussion...........thanks again......