Photophobic Eagles

Today has been a draining day. A good friend has left to pursue her dream and I am happy for her. It's a beautiful thing when a plan comes together even if it does take someone out of your life.

So, I don't feel much like a serious post tonight. I feel more like being silly,enough serious stuff for one day. I dedicate this post to my brave friend, JR, and to my sarcastic yet witty friend, Dali. A few weeks ago, the Dali and I were having a conversation about music. Specifically, the song "White Room" by Cream. I asked Dali what "the station" was in the song. He, in his usual helpful way, said something like..."look it up". Over the next few days I looked and looked for the answer. I found nothing specific about "the station". However, I did find the correct lyrics for the song. I have been butchering the song hideously for my entire life.

Tonight, I give you the Cream version and the Celtic Lass (my) version for your entertainment pleasure. Keep in mind that this is how I sang the song for years. I didn't think all the lyrics were correct. I just didn't think they were that wrong.

Cream's White Room Lyrics

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And 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.
As I walked in such a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.
And I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves


Celtic Lass' Version (me)

In a white room with black curtains there's a station.
Black-hoof rumble, gold payments, tired dickheads.
Silver horses run down beasts in your dark house.
She's gets dressed in the windows, tired dickheads.

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the eagles run from the sun.

You said no strings could secure you to the station.
Platform yadda yadda yadda, goodbye windows.
As I walked I had a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.

And I'll wait for you when the train's on its back;
Lie with you where the eagles run from the sun.