In The Room Of Percussion
Tangerine Dream Lyrics


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Mountainous pictures of coloured scenes appear upon my face
And the joss stick smoke of sense dissolves, forever in its place
The shadowy friends that line the walls all dream while laying down
While the window tapping silhouette in rain begins to drown

In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more

Foolish thoughts of ecstasy are dead but without too much concern
In the heart, my hopes by millions lay twisted as they burn
The crooked faces of clocks appear and die in nightmare dreams
While juggling music surrounds us both and turns our thoughts to screams

In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more
My God, the spiders are everywhere!

With ruby wine and our tangled nerves, our mouths flap in despair
And with tumbled words of poetry, we try and prove we care
But the glow-worm light of creativeness moves out into the rain
And the joss stick dies and disappears, its scent alone remains

In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit
Laughs aloud and disappears once more
In the room of percussion
The discussion slides as you enter through the door
And the one armed bandit




Laughs aloud and disappears once more
My God, the spiders are everywhere!

Overall Meaning

The song "In The Room Of Percussion" by Tangerine Dream explores the surreal and strange world of a seemingly psychedelic experience. The opening lines describe the singer's face as having images of colorful scenes projected onto it as if he is tripping on some sort of drug. The joss stick smoke of sense dissolves forever in its place, indicating that the singer is drifting further into a fantasy world. The walls of the room are lined with shadowy friends who dream while laying down, and a window tapping silhouette in rain begins to drown. These descriptions give off a sense of detachment from reality and the feeling of being lost in one's own mind.


The chorus repeats the phrase "In the room of percussion" to further emphasize the presence of music and sound stimuli contributing to the singer's experience. As the discussion slides, the one-armed bandit appears and disappears once more, indicating that the surreal experience is unpredictable and the singer is unable to control it. The spiders that appear towards the end of the song may symbolize fear or anxiety that comes with this type of experience.


Overall, the song explores the strange and sometimes frightening world of an individual experiencing a psychedelic journey. The lyrics describe the vivid imagery and the uncontrollable nature of the trip, highlighting the various sensory stimuli that contribute to the singer's disrupted sense of reality.


Line by Line Meaning

Mountainous pictures of coloured scenes appear upon my face
My mind is full of vibrant, colorful landscapes that play out across my face like a movie.


And the joss stick smoke of sense dissolves, forever in its place
The incense smoke fills the room, bringing a sense of calm and clarity to our surroundings.


The shadowy friends that line the walls all dream while laying down
The dimly lit room is filled with objects and shapes that appear to be alive and dreaming.


While the window tapping silhouette in rain begins to drown
Outside, the silhouette of a window is barely visible in the pouring rain.


In the room of percussion
We are in a space full of musical instruments and equipment.


The discussion slides as you enter through the door
As soon as you enter the room, the conversation shifts and takes on a different tone.


And the one armed bandit
A slot machine with only one arm to pull is present in the room.


Laughs aloud and disappears once more
The slot machine makes a noise and then stops working.


Foolish thoughts of ecstasy are dead but without too much concern
Any wild or reckless ideas we had about attaining ecstasy have died down without any real worry or sadness.


In the heart, my hopes by millions lay twisted as they burn
In my heart, countless hopes are tangled together and slowly burning away.


The crooked faces of clocks appear and die in nightmare dreams
Distorted clock faces float by, disappearing into dreams that feel like nightmares.


While juggling music surrounds us both and turns our thoughts to screams
The music being played in the room is chaotic and overwhelming, causing us to feel panicked and overwhelmed.


My God, the spiders are everywhere!
There are spiders crawling all over the place, causing alarm and fear.


With ruby wine and our tangled nerves, our mouths flap in despair
We drink red wine and our nerves are frazzled, causing us to speak incoherently and with a sense of hopelessness.


And with tumbled words of poetry, we try and prove we care
We attempt to express our feelings through poetry, even though our words are jumbled and confused.


But the glow-worm light of creativeness moves out into the rain
Our creative spark slowly fades away into obscurity and is lost in the rain.


And the joss stick dies and disappears, its scent alone remains
The incense stick exhausts itself and disappears, leaving only its lingering fragrance behind.




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