Mad Song
Tangerine Dream Lyrics


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The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.

Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;




For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Tangerine Dream's song Mad Song seem to capture the pained and distressed state of the singer. The winds are wild, the night cold, and the only solace he seeks is from Sleep. The second stanza adds to this sense of distress, revealing that the singer's notes are "fraught with sorrow" and drive his audience to weep (perhaps with their mournful beauty or stark lament). The notes then go on to play with the tempests, making the winds roar and bringing on even more turmoil. The third stanza may be the most revealing yet, as the singer likens himself to a "fiend in a cloud" doomed to wander in pain and distress, and who turns away from any comfort offered by the east. In fact, light only causes him "frantic pain", suggesting that the singer may be in a state of madness, driven mad by the pain and sorrow of his life.


Overall, the song seems to be a powerful and mournful meditation on grief and loss, perhaps inspired by the romantic poets of the early 19th century. The singer is in a state of almost constant turmoil, driven to madness by his very existence. The strong imagery of the night, the winds, and the tempests all serve to heighten the sense of despair and hopelessness conveyed by the lyrics. It is a song of great power and beauty, steeped in the poetic tradition of the Romantics.


Line by Line Meaning

The wild winds weep
The strong gusts of wind produce a sorrowful sound


And the night is a-cold;
The nighttime is frigid and unwelcoming


Come hither, Sleep,
Bring me rest and relief, oh Sleep


And my griefs infold:
Give me solace from my sorrows


But lo! the morning peeps
However, the morning begins to appear


Over the eastern steeps,
The sun rises from the east


And the rustling birds of dawn
The chirping birds of the morning


The earth do scorn.
Mock the suffering being experienced


Lo! to the vault
Oh, raising the voice to the skies


Of paved heaven,
To the floor of the heavens


With sorrow fraught
Lamenting and heavy-hearted


My notes are driven:
The expression of my feelings are forced out


They strike the ear of night,
The sound echoes in the silent night


Make weep the eyes of day;
Causing the tears to flow in daylight


They make mad the roaring winds,
The winds turn violent, crazy


And with tempests play.
A maelstrom of emotions consumes me


Like a fiend in a cloud,
A demonic figure hiding in the sky


With howling woe,
Screaming in misery


After night I do crowd,
Following the darkness, obsessively


And with night will go;
Where the night goes, I go


I turn my back to the east,
I disregard the sunrise


From whence comforts have increas'd;
Where comfort should exist


For light doth seize my brain
The brightness causes torment in my mind


With frantic pain.
Bringing madness and agony




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Taken from Madcap's Flaming Duty - Track 8.

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