With black curtains?
White Room
By jack bruce and pete brown
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof 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.
Having grown up in...
Having grown up in scandinavia, I didn't see a coloured wall until I was in our equivalent of college. It was always white, white, white... After a while white disappears, and you don't see it. If the purpose of a room is to become invisible, then white is the way to go. If a room should have character, it is not.
Myself I just love my coloured walls. 🙂
White
White seems so modernist. Nothing wrong with modernism, I suppose. Metals gleam, blonde woods, white... I don't knock it, but I just long for some colour now and then.
If I ever get a white kitchen again, I know that IKEA has a set of metallic burgundy cupboard doors, and I'll get those.
Perhaps I'll throw in some green to, haha.
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