"White House"

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Fake song, true feelings

Submitted: July 18, 2018

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Cream—'White Room'

 

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

Songwriters: Jack Bruce / Pete Brown

 

 

 

NOT Cream--'White House'

 

In the White House, such crude ego, brain castration
Black heart hero of the far right, he's their darling
Monstrous destroyer runs down your ass, and your pipe dreams
Darkness smiles, never leaving, discontentment

 

I'll live in this place, where the sun never shines,
Live in this place where up is now down, this is Hell

 

You said no Dems can defeat you, you are God-like
won election, divide nation, goodbye Uncle
We walked into, such a nightmare, in dream's clothing
As I was watching, that November, disbelieving

 

I wait in the dark, Mack truck ran us down
Lies' what you do, cling to sanity by ourselves

 

As a party, so complicit, are the Repubs
Consolation for this new wound, not forgotten
Junior high school, now in power, can't believe it
Just a symptom, of our lost ways, think he's normal

 

I wait in the dark, Mack truck ran us down
Lies' what you do, cling to sanity by ourselves


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