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Bent Cold Sidewalk



Details

Recording year1978
Composer(s)Edgar Froese, Chris Franke, Steve Jolliffe


Records

Tangerine Dream: Official Releases
1978Cyclone [a] 13:00
Cyclone [b] 13:10
Rising Runner Missed By Endless Sender/Bent Cold Sidewalk [a] [Excerpt]3:35
Rising Runner Missed By Endless Sender/Bent Cold Sidewalk [b] [Excerpt]4:19
1996Tangerine Ambience [a] [Performed by Giez and Webb]6:27
2008Tangerine Stratosfear [a] [Performed by Giez and Webb]6:27
2011The Virgin Years 1974-1978 [a] 13:08
2019In Search Of Hades [a] 13:10
In Search Of Hades [b] 13:10


Lyrics


When I talk to the trees
O'great trees who have learned to speak slowly
I know that they believe that they have an answer
Then I walk in the city where I cannot hear it

 


When I talk to the city
I have already learned three answers
Before I call the question
And slowly, I wish myself among trees
But cannot hear myself wishing

 


When I talk to the people
Who are the trees that grow in the city
They reply with a fond kindness, slowly
But there is no answer
For experience to be made by mistake

 


Upon this key, time will slide
Beyond the lock, you lose your mind
And as our door becomes open
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by

 


You may live through your life a long long time
But you will never know from where it came
Yet all you've seen is what you've wanted to
You're walking forward as you look behind
Still watching those old memories fade and die

 


This door is heavy, and is deeply stained
With wasted tears, that try to fight in vain
You may be sitting, feeling quite secure
But listen carefully and this key is yours
For we can lead you far beyond that door

 


There are dangers hidden, trust in that language
And it is precisely this conception
That which must not be changed
The epitome of our language is patterns
Containment of thought and sound

 


[shouting nonsense words]

 


I die to fight
I die to fight
I die to fight

 


[shouting nonsense words]

 


Upon this key, time will slide
Beyond each lock, you lose your mind
And as our door becomes open
A rush of sound is found inside
Creating dreams that pass you by

 


Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate
I may be late but I can no longer wait
Stealing the crown that stood me up
I'm laying the table with dusty plates
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate
I may be late but I can no longer wait
Playing the god to fix your gaze
I'm holding you firm on another day
Bent cold sidewalk, open the gate
I may be late but I can no longer wait

 


[shouting nonsense words]

 


(Written by Steve Jolliffe, transcribed by Dave Datta and Bob Pietkivitch)

 

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