For afterwards, chilling at the end of an examining day.
There are other compilations, and they all have the same hits, in different orders.
1. I have a soft spot for the track Anyone for Tennis. An odd one out, quite pretty by comparison, but full of nostalgia as I played the single often.
2. When I listen to these great tracks, I am by and large thinking of Jack Bruce. The mastermind. And Pete Brown.
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
White Room lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc