Bent Cold Sidewalk
Tangerine Dream Lyrics


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When I talk to the trees
O great trees who have learned to speak slowly
I know that they believe that they have an answer
Then I walk in the city where I cannot hear it

When I talk to the city
I have already learned three answers
Before I call the question
And slowly, I wish myself among trees
But can not hear myself wishing

When I talk to the people
Who are the trees that grow in the city
They reply with a fond kindness, slowly
But there is no answer
For experience to be made by mistake

Upon this key, time will slide,
Beyond the lock, you lose your mind.
And as our door becomes open,
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by.

You may live through your life a long long time
But you will never know from where it came,
Yet all you've seen is what you've wanted to,
You're walking forward as you look behind,
Still watching those old memories fade and die

This door is heavy, and is deeply stained,
With wasted tears, that try to fight in vain,
You may be sitting, feeling quite secure,
But listen carefully, and this key is yours
For we can lead you far beyond that door

There are dangers hidden, trust in that language
And it is precisely this conception that which must not be changed
The epitome of our language is patterns containment of thought and sound
Shouting nonsense words
I die to fight!!
I die to fight!!
I die to fight!!
Shouting nonsense words

Upon this key, time will slide,
Beyond each lock, you lose your mind.
And as our door becomes open,
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by..

Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
I may be late but I can no longer wait.
Stealing the crown that stood me up,
I'm laying the table with dusty plates.
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
I may be late but I can no longer wait.
Playing the god to fix your gaze,
I'm holding you firm on another day.




Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
I may be late but I can no longer wait.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song "Bent Cold Sidewalk" by Tangerine Dream speak about a person's search for answers in three different settings: nature, the city, and among people. The singer first turns to the trees, who he believes can speak slowly and may have an answer to his questions. However, when he is back in the city, where he cannot hear the trees, he feels lost and disconnected. Even though he has learned a few answers from the city, he longs to be among the trees again. The people he talks to in the city seem kind, but they do not offer any answers that can be gained through making mistakes.


The song conveys a sense of longing and search for something deeper, beyond what can be found in everyday life. The lyrics suggest that the singer might find what he is looking for by unlocking a door that leads to his inner self, but this path is fraught with danger. The final verse of the song seems to be a call to action for the singer to move forward and not wait any longer, even if it means leaving behind something or someone valuable.


Overall, the lyrics to "Bent Cold Sidewalk" touch on themes of existential questioning, alienation, and the struggle to find one's way in life. The song seems to suggest that there is no easy answer to these questions, but that searching and taking risks can lead to meaningful experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

When I talk to the trees
As I contemplate nature and its beauty,


O great trees who have learned to speak slowly
I am amazed at the wisdom trees possess and how they communicate with ease


I know that they believe that they have an answer
I am convinced that they must have answers to life's most complex questions


Then I walk in the city where I cannot hear it
But as I leave nature and enter the city, the answer seems to fade away, and I can no longer hear it


When I talk to the city
As I exist within urban spaces and structures,


I have already learned three answers
I begin to think about potential answers and solutions to problems I might face here in the city


Before I call the question
Even before I have formulated any question in particular,


And slowly, I wish myself among trees
I long to be back in nature where I am sure the answer exists


But can not hear myself wishing
Sadly, in the city, my own desires seem to be lost in all the noise around me


When I talk to the people
As I interact with those living within the city,


Who are the trees that grow in the city
I recognize that people are like the trees in the city - beautiful and unique, yet surrounded by concrete buildings and distractions


They reply with a fond kindness, slowly
Despite all this, people are typically kind and empathetic towards others, though they may communicate slowly


But there is no answer
Sadly, even with all these interactions and conversations, the answer still eludes me


For experience to be made by mistake
I realize that experience cannot be made through mistakes but through learning and understanding


Upon this key, time will slide,
On this note, time seems to slip away,


Beyond the lock, you lose your mind.
And as one gets closer to understanding the answer, the mind seems to slip away with time


And as our door becomes open,
But if one should be able to unlock the door and transcend to a new level of understanding,


A rush of sound is found inside
A vast new world of sounds and experiences exists on the other side


Creating dreams that pass you by.
A world that can foster dreams and aspirations that one may eventually forget


You may live through your life a long long time
As we move through life, this search for understanding and answers is ongoing


But you will never know from where it came,
But despite that continuous search, we may never fully understand where the answer came from or how we obtained it


Yet all you've seen is what you've wanted to,
Even so, everything we experience may be a result of what we wanted to see or believe about the world


You're walking forward as you look behind,
Inevitably, we move forward, but our memories and experiences remain with us as we look back and reflect on them


Still watching those old memories fade and die
But as time goes on, the memories seem to fade and fade until they are gone


This door is heavy, and is deeply stained,
The door to understanding is both challenging and tainted by prior experiences


With wasted tears, that try to fight in vain,
Past efforts and emotions that have been spent trying to unlock the door seem to be in vain


You may be sitting, feeling quite secure,
Although one may be sitting in peace and security, the search and struggle for answers are ongoing


But listen carefully, and this key is yours
But if one listens carefully, the answer is there, waiting to be unlocked


For we can lead you far beyond that door
The answer can take one beyond the door and into a new world of understanding and experience


There are dangers hidden, trust in that language
But one must be aware that unexpected dangers may be lurking and trust in the language of experience


And it is precisely this conception that which must not be changed
It is this understanding and interpretation that must remain true and unaltered


The epitome of our language is patterns containment of thought and sound
The essence of our understanding lies in the patterns of our thoughts and sounds


Shouting nonsense words I die to fight!!
But even with all efforts, some thoughts and beliefs might be nonsense and unreasonable


Shouting nonsense words
Our search may result in frustration and utterances of unintelligible words


Upon this key, time will slide,
But even with all this, time continues to pass,


Beyond each lock, you lose your mind.
And as one unlocks the door, the mind continues to slip and slide


And as our door becomes open,
But still, with each unlocking, a new world of experiences lies waiting


A rush of sound is found inside
A rush of emotions and experiences fills the mind


Creating dreams that pass you by..
But even with this constant search, the dreams seem to pass by just as quickly


Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate,
In conclusion, as I speak to these trees, people, and cities, I am reminded of the bent cold sidewalk and the need to move on towards this unlocked gate


I may be late but I can no longer wait.
Although I may already be late, I can no longer wait and must continue my search for answers


Stealing the crown that stood me up,
As I move forward, I take control of my own destiny and start stealing the power from others who once stood above me


I'm laying the table with dusty plates.
And as I take control, I create a new world of possibilities with old, dusty plates laying on the table waiting to be explored


Playing the god to fix your gaze,
I am now in charge and play the role of the godlike figure, who hopes to guide and fix the gaze of others who are lost in the search for answers


I'm holding you firm on another day.
But with each step forward, my grip gets firmer, and a new day dawns




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Written by: FRANKE, FROESE, JOLLIFFE

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