It’s ok. I knew where the mistake was. Besides, given the metaphoric underpinnings of the lyrics, It actually was more on the nose, given that the song is about the Vapid afterglow of 1960s post party scene where everyone is getting on the tube to go home and half are hungover, most everyone is exhausted and some are just coming down after experimenting on psychedelia. That kind of human wreckage cloud certainly be described that way. 😄
(The Line breaks mean you pause as you recite the lyrics. This creates the proper cadence for the song)
In a white room
with Black curtains
At the Station
Black roof country
No gold pavements
Tired Starlings
Sliver Horses
ran down moonbeams
On your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles
On your leaving
My contentment
I’ll wait
in this place
Where the sun
never shines
I 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
Now gets morning,
goodbye windows,
tired starlings
I’ll sleep
in this place
with the
lonely crowd
Lie in the dark,
Where
The shadows
Run
From themselves
Oh, the word devastation really isn’t in it… my bad then
It’s ok. I knew where the mistake was. Besides, given the metaphoric underpinnings of the lyrics, It actually was more on the nose, given that the song is about the Vapid afterglow of 1960s post party scene where everyone is getting on the tube to go home and half are hungover, most everyone is exhausted and some are just coming down after experimenting on psychedelia. That kind of human wreckage cloud certainly be described that way. 😄