White Room - Cream (cover)
My version is a little more recent sounding than the 1968 version.
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Story behind the song
"White Room" is a song by British rock band Cream, composed by bassist Jack Bruce with lyrics by poet Pete Brown.[2] They recorded it for the studio half of the 1968 double album Wheels of Fire. In September, a shorter single edit was released for AM radio stations,[3] although album-oriented FM radio stations played the full album version.
Recording for "White Room" reportedly began in July 1967 in London at the initial session for Creams as-yet-unnamed third album. Work continued at Atlantic Studios in New York City in December and was completed during three sessions in February, April and June 1968, also at Atlantic.[4][5]
Jack Bruce sang and played bass on the song, Eric Clapton overdubbed guitar parts, Ginger Baker played drums and timpani, and Felix Pappalardi the group's producer contributed violas.[6] Clapton played his guitar through a wah-wah pedal to achieve a "talking-effect".[7] Baker claims to have added the distinctive 5
4 or quintuple metre opening to what had been a 4
4 or common time composition.
Lyrics
by Jack Bruce & Pete Brown
April 1968
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
[Bridge]
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
Oh yeah. Your nailing it. Love it. Good Clapton vocals