Dichtersbankjes | Pete Brown, Jack Bruce

Foto: Bert Bevers | Hoogstraat 70-74 Antwerpen

Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze tekstdichter en song) voorraad Mannen van Bevers:

Pete Brown , Jack Bruce 👉

White room

 

In a white room with black curtains in the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn light 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
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

 

 

Jack Bruce / Peter Brown, 1968