White Room
Cream Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

Cream's song White Room is a poetic and enigmatic song that carries a surreal and dreamlike quality. The song paints a vivid picture of a white room with black curtains near a train station, in a country with no gold pavements and where starlings are tired. A woman with dark eyes and a smile that leaves contentment in the singer's heart is mentioned. However, the sense of sadness and loneliness permeates the lyrics, as the singer waits in this place where the sun never shines and the shadows run from themselves. He is bound to this place and will wait here until the train comes back.


The lyrics also tell the story of meeting a woman at a party who provides consolation for an old wound. She is like a yellow tiger crouched in the jungles with dark eyes that seem to hold secrets. However, the mood of the lyrics is still melancholic and disillusioned, and the singer is resigned to sleep in this place with the lonely crowd and in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

In the white room with black curtains near the station
I was surrounded by emptiness - white walls, black curtains, nothingness, and it was near the train station.


Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
There was no beauty or luxury, no fortune or richness, and even the birds were too weary to fly.


Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
I saw a glimpse of your imagination, where all the beautiful things in life flowed like silver horses on a river of moonbeams.


Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment
As you left, the first light of day came, and it made everything brighter, happier... but you left contented and carefree.


I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
I'm stuck in a place where there's no warmth, no light, not even hope. I'm here, waiting.


Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
In this place, the darkness is so complete it scares the shadows themselves. There's no escaping it, it's all-consuming.


You said no strings could secure you at the station
You wanted freedom, you didn't want anyone or anything holding you back. You said nothing could keep you at the station.


Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
You left on a train, with only a ticket to show for it. I watched the train leave, as the engines roared and the windows rolled by. You never looked back.


I walked into such a sad time at the station
When I arrived at the station, it was like entering a time of mourning. Everyone was sad, and everything seemed to be hanging over time. It was a bleak place.


As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
As I walked away from the station, I felt something inside of me stir. A need, a longing for something I didn't even know yet. I was restless and searching.


I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
I'll be here when the trains return, waiting patiently in line. I'll be ready to board, to leave, to escape this place.


Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves
If I could lie next to you in a place where the darkness is afraid of the shadows themselves, I'd be happy. I'd finally be free from this place, these feelings inside of me.


At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd
She was different than everyone else at the party - she had a gentle kindness that was rare in such a rough crowd. She was comforting, a bright spot in the darkness.


Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
She gave comfort for a wound that had been hurting for a long time. It was forgotten, healed, by the gentleness she possessed.


Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
There was a wildness and a danger in her eyes, like yellow tigers crouching in the jungle. It was both alluring and terrifying.


She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
At the end of the party, she was just putting on a show. The windows were closing, the starlings were tired - it was time to end the night.


I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
I'll spend the night here, surrounded by people who are all just as lonely as I am. We'll all be alone, together.


Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves
We'll be lying in the darkness, where even the shadows fear the nothingness. We'll be lost, alone, and afraid, but at least we'll be together.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jack Bruce, Pete Brown

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Mark Erickson

When I was a kid, I heard this song on the radio and could not get enough. The imaginary of..where the shadows run from themselves...wild...what was he talking about...I spent years following the shadows that run from themselves. The Ginger Baker beat, Clapton's lead...outstanding, Jack Bruce's bass and singing those WORDS...The words got me.
And today I will play this song quite few times in remembrance
Rest in Peace Pete Brown, your songs made a difference to a lot of folk.
Always, let the sunshine of love beam up to you Pete!

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
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
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



All comments from YouTube:

hekateleia

About 30 years ago my dad said “leia when i am dying, can u put this on the record player?” I am a devoted daughter, as he was lying there, everybody all sad crying … i go against every wish in the house and put this on the stereo.. dad was in a waking coma no movement, do you know you could see his eyes change ?! He was jamming in his mind y’all! I know he liked that. God rest his Soul. I miss you papa bear.

MGillDesign

wow. every song has a story and a memory.

Eddie Chestnut

That's what's up. I told my 10 year old daughter that when DaDa passes onward to the other celestial/or reincarnated/ stardust existence infinitum etc..
That during my funeral My playlist on loop should be the live version of my fave GOAT song which is Eddie Hazel & Kidd Funkadelic & Funkadelic's
Maggot Brain and Mettalica's Fade To Black, John Frusciante - Before The Beginning & Jane Addiction's - Three Days.

dianette gonzalez

😪😪😪🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Mordechai Meltzer

Beautiful, good daughter.

Michael Smith

Bless that man with such a pure value. I'm going to take his lead.
..... An old fuck

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Manish Dhakal

This is one of the most underappreciated rock song in history.

manny44

It was way too low on Rolling Stone's 500 greatest songs. 360 something IIRC.

Walker11

The guitar solo in the last minute is unreal !!!!0

Manish Dhakal

@Walker11 Its one of my favourites.

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