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The Police — Wrapped Around Your Finger
Album: Syncronicity
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Released: 1983
Length: 4:58
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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
That's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
(I'm a driver, I'm a winner)
(Things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)
Alone, listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence
Center of her own attention
The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down, it's in her head
Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
She holds the hand that holds her down
She will rise above
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
(The shades go down)
(The shades go down)
(The shades go, go)
(Go)
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Little darlin', it's been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Little darlin', the smiles returning to their faces,
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Little darlin', I feel that ice is slowly melting.
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
On waves of love, my heart is breaking
And stranger still, my self-control I can't rely on anymore
New tide, surprise, my world is changing
Within this frame an ocean swell behind the smile, I know it well
Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting
I am the pilot of the storm, adrift in pleasure I may drown
I built this ship, it is my making
And furthermore, my self-control, I can't rely on anymore
I know why
I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no
Who claims that no man is an island?
While I land up in jeopardy, more distant from you by degrees
I walk this shore in isolation
And at my feet eternity, draws ever sweeter plans for me
I know why
I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Ah, crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no, ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh, no
Crazy on a ship of fools
Ah, crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no, ship of fools
Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
'Til there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, No none for me
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Oh yeah!
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Senators stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Looking down on empty streets
All she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams made real
All of the buildings
All of the cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass
Pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors
Of pale green and gray
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it
So alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers
From the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness
Word upon word
Confessing all the secret things
In the warm velvet box
To the priest, he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness
The tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Mercy, mercy
Looking for Mercy Street
Looking for mercy
Mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Oh, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Anne, with her father
Is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
Standing on the moon
I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon
I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the gulf of Mexico
As tiny as a tear
The coast of California
Must be somewhere over here - over here
Standing on the moon
I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon
I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me
Someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo - indigo
I see all of Southeast Asia
I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I watch it all roll by - all roll by
Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you
Standing on the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon
The stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory
And another of defeat
A scrap of age old lullaby
Down some forgotten street
Standing on the moon
Where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon
But I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven
At this crescent in the sky
Standing on the moon
With nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you - be with you
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She gonna travel light now
She got to tear up all her roots now
She got the turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man singing Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
Yeah, she thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck, there's a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then, she gets the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Oh, Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
But she don't care about your window box
Or your buttonhole
Yes, and she sing a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, I got one for you
Portobello belle
Portobello belle
D A G A
I'm happy to roam I can find my way to the mountains and the ocean foam.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
But if I had a map to show me the way to your heart dear I'd follow it home.
(Riff 2)
D A G A
Making my way through the dim lit streets of the old town - nowhere to go.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
Wanderin' with the sea wind in my hair I never slow down - I miss you so.
(Riff 2)
CHORUS:
Bm A G Em D
HOLD TO A DREAM - CARRY IT UP AND DOWN
Bm A G Em D
FOLLOW A STAR - SEARCH THE WORLD AROUND
Bm A G Em D
HOLD TO A DREAM - CARRY IT CLOSE TO ME
D
I'M FROZEN IN TIME
A G F#m Em D Riff 1 Riff 2
YOUR LOVE WILL SET ME FREE.
D A G A
The rain outside is beating down, I'm here at home - all alone.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
We used to stay so warm inside, now a night like this - It chills my bones.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS-
Solo 1(banjo) - Riff 1 - Solo 2 (banjo) - Riff 2 - Solo 3 (violin)
D A G A
I miss you darlin' more and more, I'm thinkin' - Thinkin' of you.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
Late at night lying in my sleep, I'm dreamin' - Dreamin' of you.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS- (2x)
Mere(h) korlsi ek rani
Ja(h), shart me(h) kernar
Orde(h) korlai me(h)
Orne(h) orda kumera dukalis
He(h) nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri
Orne(h) kyar rela(h) Tha(h) be(h)ja
Jitte(h) bi teri marji
Me(h) alle(h) dwalle(h) deklar
Kay(h) ohte(h) korsee nee si
Ma(h) duri te(h) be(h)gle
Sume sorcheke(h)
Ordi sharab pyike(h)
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia(h)
Fa(h) ome(h) kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar
Orne(h) dusia ke swernu karnte(h), jandi he(h)
Tah hassna shooru karditha
Me(h) ornu dusia, me(h) nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar
Jad me(h) jargian,
Me(h) kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer(h) me(h) aag jug ay see
He(h) nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
I always hate nostalgia
Living in the past
No use getting misty-eyed
It all screamed by so fast
When life was so much calmer
Severely buttoned up
The future rich in promises
Milk flowing from the cup
I would spend those lazy days
Lying on a ridge
Watching girls in cotton dresses
Diving off the bridge
Is it too far gone?
Is it too far gone?
Is it too, too far
Too far gone
This was once the country
Now its all the town
What was once the tallest spire
Is just a building crumblin' down
And I'm living in a factory
That's a million dollar flat
I'm not looking for Arcadia
Cause its never coming back
I would spend my childhood days
Lost in starry dreams
And now watch my children
Just downloading them to screens
Let it down, let it down, let it down
Let it down, let it down, let it down
'Cause it's too far gone
It's too far gone
Yeah, it's too, too far
Too far gone
Let it down, let it down, let it down
I'm lying in the garden
Carpets in the shade
Thinking of the future
And all the love we saved
The world outside is ugly
It's bitter and it's harsh
Well, each of us protect ourselves
We're hostage of the past
And it's too far gone
Yeah, it's too far gone
I wonder where did we go wrong
And it's too, too far
And it's too, too far
Too far gone
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the roof
I am in the basement
Looking for the truth
Tired of being patient
For the voice to come
If you want the answer
There is only one, only one
Her flesh is smooth and supple
And velvet as the night
Her eyes are shot with diamonds
A mouth full of delight
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the loose
Driving in the backstreets
Looking for the truth
I'm searching for your temple
Hunting for your shrine
I'm looking for a vision
By a neon sign
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much, how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
And her tears flow like a fountain
Like a river from the mountain
How much
How much can I take
How much, how much can I take
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
How much
How much can I take?
Asking how much, how much, how much
7 a.m.
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
Oh, the credits traverse signifying the end
But I missed the best part, could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, babe
11 a.m.
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here, and I'm knee-deep in that old fear
Forgive my indecision
I am only a man
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, baby
12 p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you
It's you
Oh, oh
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again
Then again, a day has come, and I want off that ride, babe
Often in my dreams
I see the strangest things
I see the mountains rise
I see them touch the skies
When I'm near to you
I feel the same way too
I feel the mountains rise
I feel them touch the skies
I, I won't see you any more
I, I won't see you any
I will not see you any
More... More... More...
And when I touch you
I feel the same way too
I feel the mountains rise
I feel them touch the skies
Your love holds all these keys
Why can 't I be free
From thoughts of bitter rage
White lions in their cage
I, I won't see you any more
I, I won't see you any
I will not see you any
More... More... More...
I... I...
I... I...
When I touch you
When I touch you
Ahaa... Ahaa...
Mmmmm... Mmmmm...
Mmmmm... Mmmmm...
I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Two weeks without my lover
I am in this boat alone
Floating down a river named "Emotion"
Will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown?
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we could meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered, then revel in the view
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
This house is on fire!
Well, kick off your boots, come sit a spell
Listen to me worry, come on listen well
All you better best come lean in boys
I don't dare to raise my voice
I've been sitting here for the longest time
Reading all the warning and the danger signs
Whoa but I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it, it's gonna be
Soon come, soon come the day
This tinderbox is gonna blow in your face!
Your face!
Your face!
But, I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong
People only stand for that for just, so long
It's all gonna catch like a house on fire
Spark an evil blaze and burn higher
Well, I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong
People only stand for that for just, so long
I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
There's a wild fire catching In the whip of the wind
That 'd start a conflagration like there has never been!
This house is on fire!
This house is on fire
You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me halfway?
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, oh
You could see me breathing
But you still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air, oh
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, ooh
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, ooh
Where in hell can you go
Far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete
That keeps crawling it's way about
1000 miles a day
Take one last look behind
Commit this to memory and mind
Don't miss this wasteland
This terrible place
When you leave, keep your heart off of your sleeve
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't you go
Oh my five and dime queen tell me what have you seen
The lust and avarice
The bottomless, the cavernous greed
Is that what you see?
Oh, motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
It's your happiness, I want most of all
And for that I'd do anything at all
Oh mercy me
If you want the best of it
Or the most of it all
If there's anything I can do at all
Now come on shot gun bride
What makes me envy your life
Faceless, nameless, innocent
Blameless and free
What's it like to be
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't go
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't go
(Hooo)
(Ooo hooo hmm)
(Hooo hooo hooo hooo)
Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best
Sing your Sacred Harp
You be holier than the rest
Fill up the room with a grand and a thunderous song
Let it battle out the windows
Let it spill out on the lawn
As you shout, shout your praises (shout, shout your praises)
To the man who kissed the Lord (To the man who kissed the Lord)
To the back stabbing brother (back stabbing brother)
That betrayed all of this world, your
Judas! (Judas!)
(O ho oh oh ho oh ho!)
(Uhmm)
Yeah, you may walk in the valley in the dark
There's no greater evil, than the darkness in your heart
With your stun guns, bloodhounds (bloodhounds)
Needle and your razor wire (Needle and your razor wire)
Your nylon shackle whipping post
And your high tech burning tire, your (your high tech burning tire, your)
Judas! (Judas!)
(Judas!)
Judas! (Judas!)
(Oh ho wo oh wo!)
(Judas!)
(Judas!)
(Oh ho-o wo ho!)
Whiplash crack across the back, across the arms
Although you bound his feet
He running fast, he running hard
Through them crickets in the corn
And them horses in the field
Hear the "caw caw" of the crows ("caw caw" of the crows)
See the devil at the wheel, your (See the devil at the wheel, your)
Judas! (Judas!)
Judas! (Judas!)
(Judas!)
Judas! (Judas!)
(Judas!)
Judas! (Judas!)
(Wo ho-o-ho-o-wo-ho!)
Go on down to Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas (ah ha)
Oklahoma, Texas, Kentucky, Florida
Louisiana and Tennessee (Louisiana and Tennessee)
Georgia
Carolina (Carolina)
Carolina (Carolina)
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm)
(There's no greater evil, than the darkness in your heart)
(Hmm hmm hmm)
(I know men)
Shock!
I've never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you
Shout!
I never took the smile away from anybody's face
And that's a desperate way to look for someone who is still a child
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive, here we go
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
You can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive (Bruce)
So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
See ya, let's go
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive, cut it
Huh, huh
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
Shout!
I can't believe that it's real
The way that you make me feel
A burning deep down inside
A love that I cannot hide
I know it's you and me babe
That makes this world go round
In keeping you in love with me baby
Laying all my troubles down
Here I am babe, come and take me
Here I am babe, come on and take me
Take me by the hand, ooh show me
Here I am babe, ooh, ooh
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I cannot have
You broke my heart in two ways
I know it's you and me babe
And that makes this world go round
In keeping you in love with me baby
Laying all my troubles down
Here I am babe, come and take me
Here I am babe, won't you come and take me?
Take me by the hand, ooh squeeze me
Here I am babe, ooh, ooh
Here I am babe, come and take me
Here I am babe, won't you come and take me?
Take me by the hand, ooh show me
Show me what you can
Here I am babe, won't you take me?
Take me by the hand, take me by the hand
Ooh, show me, show me what you can
Here I am babe, oh won't you take me?
Take me by the hand, take me while you can
Here I am baby
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about ev'rything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin', you're tryin' now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now
Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about ev'rything
But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin'
'Cause he's rollin', he's the rolling stone
When you wake up, it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin', it's a new mornin'
You're goin', you're goin' home
Forever
Forever may not be long enough for my love
I have a will but I'm lost inside your time
If you could, would you come with me to the other side?
Forever may not be long enough
Forever may not be long enough
Forever may not be long enough for this life
Forever
Forever
Forever
This world is never enough
And I'm not giving it up
(Forever)
My faith in love is like blood
I spill it freely for some
(Forever)
My faith in love is like blood
It flows in everyone
(Forever)
Don't stop to look at the clock
Forever won't be long enough
Forever may not be long enough for you to know
Just how far I'd travel, just how far I would go
Open your heart and everything will be alright
Open your heart, baby, leave with me, don't be afraid
Forever
This world is never enough
And I'm not giving it up
(Forever)
My faith in love is like blood
I spill it freely for some
(Forever)
My faith in love is like blood
It flows in everyone
(Forever)
Don't stop to look at the clock
Forever won't be long enough
Forever may not be long enough for our love
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever may not be long enough
(Forever)
Forever may not be long enough
(Forever)
Forever may not be long enough for our love
(Forever)
Forever may not be long enough
Forever may not be long enough
Forever may not be long enough for love
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky
Those that dance, will start to dance
And those who don't will stay
In time to [unverified] our merry tune
That we play for you today
So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky
Our fiddler, he just loves to play
And that's why he plays so good
And now he plays a violin
Made out of solid wood
So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky
Possessor of the magic touch
And no magician he
Will play for you some magic notes
Instead, as you will see
So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky
Sound of beating on the drum
Song behind you'll hear
And to the rhythm of guitar
We hope you'll lend an ear
So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky
Well, the man who plays the bass does make
Those low notes that you hear
And the high notes come from you and me
For we will sing so clear
So, come all ye rolling minstrels
And together we will try
To rouse the spirit of the earth
And move the rolling sky
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
They're throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man's bones
Got their noses to the grindstones
Living in the Land of Nod
Trustin' their fate to the Hands of God
They pass by so silently
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, they're going to the country, they're gonna retire
They're taking a streetcar named Desire
Looking in the window at the pecan pie
Lot of things they'd like they would never buy
Neither one gonna turn and run
They're making a voyage to the sun
"His Master's voice is calling me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum
All that and more and then some
They walk among the stately trees
They know the secrets of the breeze
Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee
"Your presence is obnoxious to me."
They're like babies sittin' on a woman's knee
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, the rain beating down on my windowpane
I got love for you and it's all in vain
Brains in the pot, they're beginning to boil
They're dripping with garlic and olive oil
Tweedle-dee Dee - he's on his hands and his knees
Saying, "Throw me somethin', Mister, please."
"What's good for you is good for me,"
Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Well, they're living in a happy harmony
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
They're one day older and a dollar short
They've got a parade permit and a police escort
They're lying low and they're makin' hay
They seem determined to go all the way
They run a brick and tile company
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee
Well a childish dream is a deathless need
And a noble truth is a sacred creed
My pretty baby, she's lookin' around
She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown
Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man
Tweedle-dee Dum, he'll stab you where you stand
"I've had too much of your company,"
Says, Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and the summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still somethin' going on
I got a house on a hill, I got hogs all out on in the mud
I got a house on a hill, I got hogs out lying in the mud
I Got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready to lift up your glasses and sing
Well, I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposing a toast to the king
Well I'm drivin' in the flats in a Cadillac car
The girls all say, "You're a worn out star"
My pockets are loaded and I'm spending every dime
How can you say you love someone else when you know it's me all the time?
Well, the fog's so thick you can't spy the land
The fog is so thick that you can't even spy the land
What good are you anyway, if you can't stand up to some old businessman?
Wedding bells ringin', the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the wedding bells are ringing and the choir is beginning to sing
What looks good in the day, at night is another thing
She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She's looking into my eyes, she's holding my hand
She says, "You can't repeat the past, " I say, "You can't?
What do you mean, you can't, of course you can!"
Where do you come from? Where do you go?
Sorry that's nothin' you would need to know
Well, my back has been to the wall for so long, it seems like it's stuck
Why don't you break my heart one more time just for good luck
I got eight carburetors, boys I'm using 'em all
Well, I got eight carburetors and boys, I'm using 'em all
I'm short on gas, my motor's starting to stall
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringin', pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down
You got something to say, speak or hold your peace
Well, you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
If it's information you want you can go get it from the police
Politician got on his jogging shoes
He must be running for office, got no time to lose
He been suckin' the blood out of the genius of generosity
You been rolling your eyes, you been teasing me
Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
I'm countin' on you love, to give me a break
Well, I'm leaving in the morning as soon as the dark clouds lift
Yes, I'm leaving in the morning just as soon as the dark clouds lift
Gonna break in the roof, set fire to the place as a parting gift
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days, summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still somethin' going on
Feel the rhythm with your hands
(Steal the rhythm while you can)
Spoonman
Speak the rhythm on your own
(Speak the rhythm all alone)
Spoonman
Spoonman
Come together with your hands
Save me, I'm together with your plan
Save me, yeah
Save, oh
All my friends are Indians
(All my friends are brown and red)
Spoonman
And all my friends are skeletons
(They beat the rhythm with their bones)
Spoonman
Spoonman
Come together with your hands
Save me, I'm together with your plan
Save me
Save
Save me
Save me, yeah
Save
With your
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
With your hands
With your hands
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Come on while I get off
Spoonman
Come together with your hands
Save me
I'm together with your plan
Save me
Save, yeah
Save me
With your, with your, hands
Feel the rhythm with your hands
(Steal the rhythm while you can)
Spoonman
Well I could sleep forever, but it's of her I dream
If I could sleep forever, I could forget about everything
If I could sleep forever
If I could sleep forever
If I could sleep forever
Sister bluebird flying high above
Shine your wings forward to the sun
Hide the mysteries of life on your way
Though you've seen them, please don't say a word
What you don't know, I have never heard
Starship trooper, go sailing on by
Catch my soul, catch the very light
Hide the moment from my eager eye
Though you've seen them, please don't tell a soul
What you can't see, can't be very whole
Speak to me of summer
Long winters longer than time can remember
The setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughter
That knew the knowledge of the land
Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways
Mother life, hold firmly on to me
Catch my knowledge higher than the day
Lose as much as only you can show
Though you've seen me, please don't say a word
What I don't know, I have never shared
Loneliness is a power that we possess to give or take away forever
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts there shown before you
Take what I say in a different way and it's easy to say that this is all confusion
As I see a new day in me, I can also show it you and you may follow
Speak to me of summer
Long winters longer than time can remember
The setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughter
That knew the knowledge of the land
Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways
Waking from his eyes ...
He's just a child we'll have to try
I was just kidding all the time
How can I have really died
And why am I dancing, dancing alone?
We'll go out tonight
Still searching
For ways to get high
And I've got mine
I can't feel my hands
I can't feel my hands
I was just kidding all the time
How can I, have really died
And why am I dancing, dancing alone?
Time moves slowly through these walls
Still took years to find
Lost in a world of our own we'll find
With hope in our eyes
That we find another world
Your sad songs rain in heaven
Here's a call for you
So don't let it fall into your
Frail dreams of horror
Life, lies, and shattered blows
Calling out you're famous
So hold to your permanent bliss
In the time that it takes to exist
From the hours to the fall of it
It's all right
You're all wrong
And it's a dangerous thing to ignore
It's so easy when the world has it's way
Well, then you're gone
Life, limbs, and shattered blows
Crawling out you're famous
So hold to your permanent bliss
When you barely know that you exist
From the hours to the fall of it
All right
Alright, I never said
to just cast them out
Leave it till the morning
Then you're gone.
So long
Cast them out
Now you're alive
So hold to your permanent bliss
In the time that it takes to exist
From the hours to the fall of it
It's all right
You're all wrong
It's so, it's so easy
Pray
I don't know if it's sacred or not
You say we can fall apart any time
Breathe for the whole world
For we can't fight
They starve for the love that we supply
Feed from their eyes
Dream you're alive
And feel, feel
Well the beast flies tonight
And the world he describes
Suffer, Suffer
Afraid
I don't know if we're heading for a fall
You jump
Into the front to say you're a part
Of it all
We feed from their eyes
Dream you're alive
To feel
Well the beast flies tonight
And the world he describes
Suffer, suffer
These are the fallen
The fallen souls
Ah... Ah... Ah Ahhh Ah Ahhh
When we open our eyes and dream
We open our eyes
Ah... Ah... Ah Ahhh Ah Ahhh
When we open our eyes and dream
We open our eyes
Under normal, we change the wind
Facing every direction
Planted in the future, we live two lives
All to reveal a secret we can't hide
Ah... Ah... Ah Ahhh Ah Ahhh
When we open our eyes and dream
We open our eyes
Ah... Ah... Ah Ahhh Ah Ahhh
When we open our eyes and dream
We open our eyes
We search the sky, planets chasing the stars
Pulling toward deep affection
Weights and numbers measure a wound that won't heal
All to reveal a secret we can't hide
Ah... Ah... Ah Ahhh Ah Ahhh
When we open our eyes and dream
We open our eyes
Ah... Ah... Ah Ahhh Ah Ahhh
When we open our eyes and dream
We open our eyes
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
They like a tough game, no rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition, good for you
To die, to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bombproof Cadillac
Air-conditioned, gold taps
Back seat gun rack
Platinum hubcaps
They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
(Nice car, Jack)
They like order, make-up
Limelight power
Game shows, rodeos
Star Wars, TV
They're the powers that be
If you see them come
You better run (you better run)
Run
You better run on home
You better run (you better run)
Run
You better run on home (home)
Sisters of Mercy better join with your brothers (brothers)
Put a stop to the soap opera right now (yeah)
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home (home, home)
You better run (you better run)
Run
You better run on home
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
They like treats, tricks (the powers that be)
Carrots and sticks (the powers that be, the powers that be)
They like fear and loathing (the powers that be, the powers that be)
They like sheep's clothing (the powers that be, the powers that be)
And blacked-out vans (the powers that be)
(Blacked-out vans, contingency plans)
(They like death or glory)
(They love a good story)
They love a good story
Sisters of Mercy better join with your brothers (Sisters of Mercy)
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before it's too late
You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run (you better run)
Run
You better run on home
You better run (you better run)
Run
You better run on home
You better run (you better run)
Run
You better run on home
You better run (you better run)
Run
Yeah, you better run on home
You better run
"Goodnight, Jim"
"Goodnight, Billy"
"Woof, woof, woof!"
"Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper
And your Pacific coastal trench hose monster fish"
"Ooh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports
40 under the console giggle stick Lingcod
23 purple perches, four sledgehammer head sharks
And what a surprise
84 crabs, and no red snappers"
"Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return
Of the fish report with a beat"
"We think of it as Main Street
But to the rest of the country, it's Sunset Strip
You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles"
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But ooh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and the world title fights
Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap that our children are learning
But ooh, the tide is turning
(Ooh) The tide is turning
The tide is turning
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
Now the satellite's confused
'Cause on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed to the sight
Of a billion candles burning
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
The tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hands of the warlords
Ooh, the tide is turning
Ooh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
[Morse Code:] "That's it!
Now the past is over but you are not alone
Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone
We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea
Of macho bullshit and mediocrity"
Roger Waters
Miscellaneous
What God Wants, Part I
"I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning, if our side's losing..."
(switch channels)
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets (repeated)
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said:
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't ok so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
God wants borders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God Gets
Roger Waters
Miscellaneous
What God Wants, Part I
"I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning, if our side's losing..."
(switch channels)
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets (repeated)
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said:
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't ok so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
God wants borders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God Gets
Hey, you're now thirsty
Walking in the desert all alone
Hey, you're now searching
Lost in isolation from your soul
The bullets you bite
From the pain you request
You're finding them harder to digest
But the answers you seek
Are the ones you destroy
Your anger's well deployed
Hey, why can't you listen?
Hey, why can't you hear?
Hey, why can't you listen?
As love screams everywhere
Hey, you now hunger
Feeding your mind with selfishness
Hey, you now wander
Aimlessly around your consciousness
When your prophecies fail
When your thoughts become weak
And silence creates necessity
And you're clothing yourself
In the shields of despair
Your courage now impaired
Hey, why can't you listen?
Hey, why can't you hear?
Hey, why can't you listen?
As love screams everywhere
You crucify all honesty
No signs you see, do you believe?
And all your words just twist and turn
Reviving just to crash and burn
You're fighting 'til the bitter end
If only your heart could open
Up and listen
Hey, why can't you listen?
Hey, why can't you hear?
Hey, why can't you listen?
As love screams everywhere
Hey, why can't you listen?
Hey, why can't you hear?
Hey, why can't you listen?
As love screams everywhere
In my silence I would love to forget
But restitution hasn't come quite yet
And with one accord, I keep pushing forth
I stretch my heart to heal some more
It used to be all I'd want to learn
Was wisdom, trust, and truth
But now all I really want to learn
Is forgiveness for you
As my seasons change I've now grown to know
When one's heart creates, one's soul doesn't owe
So I wash away stains of yesterday
Then tempt my heart with love's display
Used to be only what to learn
Was wisdom, trust and truth
Now all I really want to learn
Is forgiveness for you
Used to be only what to learn
Was wisdom, trust and truth
Now all I really want to learn
Is forgiveness for you
Used to be only what to learn
Was wisdom, trust and truth
Now all I really want to learn
Is forgiveness for you
Leaning from the balcony
As if without a care
Wondering should I take the fall
Or should I take the stairs
Have I already fallen over
And now spinning in the air
I don't know
'Cause I'm in this vertigo
Leaning from a precipice
That only love would dare
Spinning in a gravity
That only love could bear
Were I to tumble from this cloudy high
How would I fare
Take it slow
I'm in this vertigo
Take me down
Down to where the rain falls
Down where the rain can wash away this high
I feel I've gone
Beyond the edge and falling
Falling like tears that turn to snow
Falling in this vertigo
Leaning from the balcony
Above the interstate
Will I come around too soon
Or will it be too late
Surely there's only one direction I could go at this rate
Down below
I'm in this vertigo
Take me down
Down to where the rain falls
Down where the rain can wash away this high
I feel I've gone
Beyond the edge and falling
Falling like tears that turn to snow
Falling in this vertigo
If I had my way, I would stay up here forever
And never look down
But surely it will come, 'cause I've always had that feeling
Of rushing the ground
Rushing the ground
Leaning from the balcony
As if without a care
Wondering should I take the fall
Or should I take the stairs
Take me down
Down to where the rain falls
Down where the rain can wash away this high
I feel I've gone
Beyond the edge and falling
Falling like tears that turn to snow
Falling in this vertigo
Well, there are 16 people in Danny's apartment
16 people are living in there
Remember the days of rent control
Grandpa remembers rock and roll
These days won't last forever
These days won't last for long
You know somebody somewhere owes us a favor
That's how things really get done
In this world of opportunities, it's a land of possibilities
We wanna live in a dirty old town
Building it up, tearing us down
With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground
We wanna live, dirty old town
Dirty old town
Now when the ladies come from Kansas
They wear their traditional colors
Today the fabrics are ragged and torn
The clothes on their backs is all that they own
They say, don't draw attention to yourself
They'll tear you apart for a couple of bucks
Keep your head down and keep your nose clean
'Cause people who're scared do dangerous things
These days can't last forever
These days can't last for long
You know someday things'll get better
Somehow things'll get done
In this world of possibilities, it's the land of opportunities
We wanna live in a dirty old town
Building it up, tearing us down
With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground
We wanna live, dirty old town
Dirty old town
These days, shoes are worn only on special occasions
Battles are fought for family and nations
Maybe you'll pray, but God isn't home
And there's no guarantee that justice be done
We wanna live in a dirty old town
Building it up, tearing us down
With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground
We wanna live, dirty old town
Dirty old town
Everybody I talk to is ready to leave with the light of the morning
They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe that they've heard their last warning
Standing alone, each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends, I sit thinking 'bout everyman
Seems like I've always been looking for some other place to get it together
Where, with a few of my friends, I could give up the race and maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams, well thought-out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for everyman
Waiting here for everyman
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go, I understand
Waiting here for everyman
Don't ask me if he'll show
Baby, I don't know
Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on, you'll have to take a stand
Then you're gonna need a hand
Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun where sweet childhood still dances
Who'll come along and hold out that strong but gentle father's hand?
Long ago, I heard someone say something 'bout everyman
Waiting here for everyman
Make it on your own, make it if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go, I understand
I'm not tryin' to tell you that I've seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am
But don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand
He's just another dreamer, dreamin' 'bout everyman
One
Two
Three
Four
If I had ever been here before
I would probably know just what to do
Don't you?
If I had ever been here before on another time around the wheel
I would probably know just how to deal
With all of you
And I feel
Like I've been here before
Feel
Like I've been here before
And you know it makes me wonder
What's going on under the ground
Do you know?
Don't you wonder?
What's going on
Down under you
We have all been here before
We have all been here before
We have all been here before
We have all been here before
We have all been here before
We have all been here before
Well, I'm stranded in the city that never sleeps
Some of these women they just give me the creeps
I'm avoidin' the south side, the best I can
These memories I got they can strangle a man
Well, I came ashore in the dead of the night
Lot of things can get in the way when you're tryin' to do what's right
You don't understand it, my feelin' for you
You'd be honest with me if you only knew
I'm not sorry for nothing I've done
I'm glad I fought, I only wish we'd won
The Siamese twins are comin' to town
People can't wait, they've gathered around
When I left my home the sky split open wide
I never wanted to go back there, I'd rather have died
You don't understand it, my feelin' for you
You'd be honest with me if only you knew
My woman got a face like a teddy bear
She's tossin' a baseball bat in the air
The meat is so tough, you can't cut it with a sword
I'm crashin' my car trunk first into the board
They say that my eyes are pretty and my smile is nice
Well, I'd sell it to ya at a reduced price
You don't understand it, my feeling for you
You'd be honest with me if only you knew
Some things are too terrible to be true
I won't come here no more if it's botherin' you
There's a Southern Pacific leaving at 9:45
I'm havin' a hard time, believin' some people would ever arrive
I'm stark naked but I don't care
I'm goin' off into the woods, I'm huntin' bare
You don't understand it, my feeling for you
Well, you'd be honest with me if only you knew
I'm here to create the New Imperial Empire
I'm gonna do whatever circumstances require
I care so much for you, didn't think I could
I can't tell my heart that you're no good
Well, my parents, they warned me not to risk my years
And I still got their advice oozing out of my ears
You don't understand it, my feelings for you
Well, you'd be honest with me if only you knew
Well the prize was right there underneath our eyeballs
And when it all came down we were looking for the pitfalls
Until Junie said baby get yourself to going
And we were so far gone we had no way of knowing
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Well she was pretty as a junebug jumpy as a nerve end
And when she pulled the rug out my tires started swerving
And I was driving through the living room driving through the basement
Looking for the lowest spot in the pavement
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
BRIDGE:
Nothing there to corrupt you
Nothing there to live up to
There's no place further down
Turn it off or turn around
Well I was coming up for air I heard somebody breathing
And it was Junie Bug praying harder than a heathen
And she was smiling like the sole survivor in a lifeboat
Said if I jump in Junie do you think this thing will still float
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Everybody went low
Low, low low etc.
Look out of my window
See the world passing by
See the look in her eye
One more time to live and I have made it mine
Leave the wise to write for they write worldly rhymes
And he who wants to fight begins the end of time
For I have riches more than these
For I have riches more than these
Desolation
Creation (Tell me someone, why there's only confusion?)
Evolution (Tell me someone that this is all an illusion)
Pollution (Tell me someone)
Saturation (Tell me someone)
Population
Annihilation
Revolution (Tell me someone, why this talk of revolution?)
Confusion (Tell me someone when we're changing evolution)
Illusion (Tell me someone)
Conclusion (Tell me someone)
Starvation
Degradation
(Changes in my life) Humiliation
(Changes in my life) Contemplation
(Changes in my life) Inspiration
(Changes in my life) Elation
Salvation
Communication
Compassion
Solution
Look out on the hedgerow
As the world rushes by
Hear the birds sing a sigh
One more tree will fall, how strong the growing vine?
Turn the earth to sand and still commit no crime
How one thought will live provide the others die
For I have riches more than these
For I have riches more than these
Desolation
Creation (Tell me someone, why there's only confusion?)
Evolution (Tell me someone that this is all an illusion)
Pollution (Tell me someone)
Saturation (Tell me someone)
Population
Annihilation
Revolution (Tell me someone, why this talk of revolution?)
Confusion (Tell me someone when we're changing evolution)
Illusion (Tell me someone)
Conclusion (Tell me someone)
Starvation
Degradation
(Changes in my life) Humiliation
(Changes in my life) Contemplation
(Changes in my life) Inspiration
(Changes in my life) Elation
Salvation
Communication
Compassion
Solution
Look out of my window
See the world passing by
See the look in her eye
The bright light is lying down
Earth and the sea and the sky
Is at rest with the ocean
And the days go by
They go into the seas that have no shores
Haunted by that same closed door
Looking up at skies on fire
Leaving nothing left of us to discover
And the planets of the universe go their way
Not astounded by the sun or the moon, or by the day
You and I will simply disappear out of sight
Ooh, but I'm afraid soon there'll be no light
No doubt, no pain come ever again, well
Let there be light in this lifetime
In the cool, silent moments
Of the nighttime (of the nighttime)
And the planets of the universe go their way
Not astounded by the sun or the moon, or by the day
We will never change again the way that we are changing
Well, you'll forget the chill of love, but not the strain
Now I know
Well, I was wrong
To live for a dream
If I had my life to live over
I would never dream, no
I still wish you gone
And I will live alone
Yes, I will live alone
And the planets of the universe go their way
Not astounded by the sun or the moon, or by the day
You and I will simply disappear out of sight
But I'm afraid soon there'll be no light
You will never love again the way you love me
You will never rule again the way you ruled me
You will never change again the way you're changing
You will never rule again the way you ruled me
Don't keep me hangin' on a string
Tell me what I feel is no big thing
Don't turn away I'm listening
Over and over again
Don't give me visions to explain
There are no doubts I feel the strain
Of all my senses yearning
Over and over again
Every day I see you
Every day I need you
Every way I breathe you
On and on and on and on again, again
It's not important to wonder why
What is just is no more to imply
This simple thought repeating
Over and over again
Every day I see you
Every day I need you
Every way I breathe you
On and on and on and on again
Imagine all the ways to cope
I close my eyes, that gives me hope
It cures the silence
Every day I see you
Every day I need you
Every way I breathe you
On and on and on and on
Every day I see you
Every day I need you
Every way I breathe you
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on again, again
I remember him, he was very young
No one spoke like him, he was someone
And I carried on, like I couldn't stop
All of it for us, baby
And you, you got in my way
Stood between me and my friends
It was my sin, it was my shame
You were unconscious to the pain I was in
(I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La)
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Down to the sea, show me the way back, honey
(I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La)
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Show me the way back to the sea
With honor be it spoken
To understand this light that we carry
And let it light your way
Of course, you know I generally take it
Well, I make accomodations for you
And consider this
But you used to be my love
I make excuses for you
(I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La)
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Down to the sea, show me the way back, honey
(I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La)
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Show me the way back to the sea
You can consume all the beauty in the room, baby
I know you can, I've seen you do it
And it brings up the wind
And it rises around you in pillars of color
But the promise has been broken
As you walk throught the shadow of death
You try to see no evil
But you are so heartbroken
You say, "Dear God, make it stop
Before the dawn of spearation
Brings up the wind, rises around you
(I hear there'e trouble in Shangri-La)
Pillars of color (trouble in Shangri-La)
I make accommodations for you
I guess we don't believe things could go that far
We all believe in people that we think believe in God
Somewhere in the night someone feels the pain
The ones who walk away try to love again
(I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La)
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Down to the sea, show me the way back, honey
(I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La)
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Show me the way back to the sea
You can consume all the beauty in the room, baby
(Down to the sea, show me the way back, honey)
Because you are so heartbroken
(Show me the way back to the sea)
Well, you can consume all the beauty in the room, baby
(Down to the sea, show me the way back, honey)
Before the dawn of separation
(Show me the way back to the sea)
You can consume all the beauty in the room, baby
(Down to the sea, show me the way back, honey) ooh
I run through the grass, I run over the stones
Show me the way back
When I am laid, am laid in Earth
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast.
When I am laid, am laid in Earth
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast.
Remember me! Remember me!
But ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me!
But ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me! Remember me!
But ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me!
But ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me!
When I am laid!
Remember me!
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they would not teach me of in college
I can see that destiny you sold
Turned into a shining band of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to, just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
You will see it come to it's fruition
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air, you'll never find me
I will turn your flesh to alabaster
Then you'll find your servant is your master
You'll be wrapped around my finger
You'll be wrapped around my finger
You'll be wrapped around my finger
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GOOD TUNE!!  I like it. I do not care what anybody says!! The hell with the discourse on grammar & syntax!   Thanx RP!   
 Finafek wrote:


"Things they would not teach me of in college"
Seriously?



Why is that not grammatically correct?

You don't teach someone 'of' something, you teach someone something.  So grammatically it should be "Things they would not teach me in college".

You're welcome.
I wrapped this song around my finger and stuck it up Sting's butt.... he loved it. He asked if I learned that in college and then I changed his FACE! haha.... that Allah Bastard 🤣
 Jelani wrote:



I think he/she might have had a motocycle accident without his or her helmet.


Sting formerly taught English before the Police broke out. Maybe it's the style to which you object.
 Finafek wrote:


Why is that not grammatically correct?



I think he/she might have had a motocycle accident without his or her helmet.
Proof that Stewart Copeland is a great drummer .. the double slap on the snare when the tempo is restored leading in to

  I will turn your face to alabaster
  When you find your servant is alabaster

Great, great drumming.
 Bultaco wrote:

I LOVE your music, Sting.........but, lyrically...........back to school, kiddo...as a STUDENT this time!

"Things they would not teach me of in college"
Seriously?



Why is that not grammatically correct?
 OneinAUS wrote:


Could it not be deliberate? perhaps, you know, wink wink...
Indeed. It could also be correct English! He was a teacher... 'Things' could such as BLM, which are not taught but taught about/of.

 Bultaco wrote:

I LOVE your music, Sting.........but, lyrically...........back to school, kiddo...as a STUDENT this time!

"Things they would not teach me of in college"
Seriously?



Could it not be deliberate? perhaps, you know, wink wink...
The genius of Stewart Copeland.
Superb. Nuf Ced.
 countyman wrote:

Quit hawking your video on almost every song tonight.
 

I will trade you Chabot for Crosby
 Rockit9 wrote:
Don't call the cops...OK

Seasons Greetings to all RP listeners..Bill & Rebecca too!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWgApS...
 
Quit hawking your video on almost every song tonight.
 Bultaco wrote:
I LOVE your music, Sting.........but, lyrically...........back to school, kiddo...as a STUDENT this time!

"Things they would not teach me of in college"
Seriously?
 
This was recorded almost 40 years ago...maybe a tantric joke here somewhere..long live RP AND long love making too!!
I LOVE your music, Sting.........but, lyrically...........back to school, kiddo...as a STUDENT this time!

"Things they would not teach me of in college"
Seriously?
 Biscobret wrote:

I saw him play with an Oysterhead in Seattle once...
 
He played with an oysterhead? I bet he got cut up pretty bad....
 sirdroseph wrote:


Sister, you preachin to the choir on this one, it is ok to here them every now and then and the true classics such as Floyd and Zep should always be played because they are the "untouchables" but I do not believe The Police fall into that category.
 
Could be worse...hows about "Sweet home Alabama?
One of the coolest music videos, for the slow-mo-but-in-correct-tempo visuals. 
 NorthernLad wrote:
Classic space reggae
Out of this world
Drumming that is like an off-beat meteor shower
Cool keyboard bed track ebbing and flowing
 Andy Summers riffs echoing like Rosetta's fading radio signals
 Great writing
Even greater execution. 
Best song on Synchronicity
 

Inspired description. Well done!
Wrapped around your fing oh
 karljonasson wrote:
SO WEIRD -

Just reading a forum where someone quoted this song randomly, and this song came on.

How's that for SYNCHRONICITY?

No joke. I'm kinda freaked out.

 

(Homer and Otto smoking some doobs)

Homer:  Hey, Otto!
Otto:  Whut, man?
Homer:  Otto is Otto spelled backwards.
Otto:  Whooooah....Now I'm scared! 
Classic space reggae
Out of this world
Drumming that is like an off-beat meteor shower
Cool keyboard bed track ebbing and flowing
 Andy Summers riffs echoing like Rosetta's fading radio signals
 Great writing
Even greater execution. 
Best song on Synchronicity
 Cueburned wrote:
Radio killed this for me. 

 
Yea, but that was a long time ago.  Now it can come back and its great qualities shine — it is a great cut from the 80's.

                                                                      Scylla is wrapped around the toes of Charybdis,
                                                     Gets easier with something  already scribled behind the couch,
                                                        Gods have all the time in world, waiting for a continental drift.
                                          Turns out wasn't waiting. Because I always wanted to talk to sleeping cindy.
I always felt like the Police were looking forward to something like this after they got their street cred with the punk/reggae stuff (which I also like)...This is their pop achievement in my view...and nothing wrong with a good pop song, particularly one with such a fine arrangement 
I think NWA had it right.
 
 *HVB* wrote:
Sting's darker years clearly and in terms of drums as ports Copelan completely overshadowed by the great master Manu Katche

 
I suppose Katche might have the edge technically, but the difference is if Copeland is on the drums you can always recognise him. I don't think the same can be said for Katche. (Could you separate him from Omar Hakim for example?) So which do you value more, technical brilliance? Or individuality?
 katiediddler wrote:

Made sense that they hung it up after this album, It's an almost perfect nuanced pop album.



 
It is. Great way for them to go out. Even the Summers/Copeland numbers are entertaining if not on par with the rest of the record.

Saw them in 81 or 82 on the Ghost in the Machine tour. Fantastic show with 3 very energetic guys who played well together.

Copeland's "Rhythmatist" album is on the RP playlist. Fine stuff.
 DaMoGan wrote:

1983 is late 80s??
 
That Synchronicity tour rocked (way back...){#Cheesygrin}
 thewiseking wrote:
this is it. this is the middling, forgettable soundtrack of the uncool late 80s

 
1983 is late 80s??

I  like to criticize Sting.   

But this is a pretty damn good song !!

Yes. I know it is pop, but that doesn't mean Bill will start playing Neil Diamond every day.
 
Nice part of a surge of great music from the early 80s.
 kcar wrote:
He's composed some classical pieces. I think 60 Minutes did a piece years ago on his attempt to compose an opera for the Cleveland Orchestra. He's been pretty busy post-Police: 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stewart_Copeland#Later_career 
 
When he hits that snare hard the first time, towards the end of this track, gets me ever single time. 
this is it. this is the middling, forgettable soundtrack of the uncool late 80s
 Seatown7 wrote:
Stewart Copeland is a drummer revered by every other drummer I've met...and fascinating to watch live. I even saw him play with an orchestra in Seattle once. Amazing!

 
He's composed some classical pieces. I think 60 Minutes did a piece years ago on his attempt to compose an opera for the Cleveland Orchestra. He's been pretty busy post-Police: 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stewart_Copeland#Later_career 
 jhorton wrote:
Enough is enough! As a man who came of age in the eighties, I could easily live a long happy life without ever hearing this pop drivel again.

 
Seconded.
Live versions of this are better, but even the studio version holds up pretty well. This, Murder by Numbers and Walking in your footsteps are the only songs on Sychronicity that I can still stand.
Enough is enough! As a man who came of age in the eighties, I could easily live a long happy life without ever hearing this pop drivel again.
Sting's darker years clearly and in terms of drums as ports Copelan completely overshadowed by the great master Manu Katche
 Seatown7 wrote:
Stewart Copeland is a drummer revered by every other drummer I've met...and fascinating to watch live. I even saw him play with an orchestra in Seattle once. Amazing!

 
I saw him play with an Oysterhead in Seattle once...
SO WEIRD -

Just reading a forum where someone quoted this song randomly, and this song came on.

How's that for SYNCHRONICITY?

No joke. I'm kinda freaked out.
The lyrics for this one are actually pretty embarrassing. Still, it's better than the average multimillion-selling pop record.

{#Eek}


Another example of a big hit, played often on the radio and MTV in my day, which still deserves to be heard on RP.

Why - BECAUSE ITS A GREAT FREAKING SONG
Stewart Copeland is a drummer revered by every other drummer I've met...and fascinating to watch live. I even saw him play with an orchestra in Seattle once. Amazing!
 jimmpypowder wrote:

Stewart is certainly one of the finest drummers in rock history. I was very happy to see him a few years ago

during the Police's reunion tour.

 
I saw them during the same tour, too. But it was obvious who's the boss this time, for real. Whole concert sounded more Sting then Police oriented. They were missing... an edge.

 msbella wrote:
Okay, I've refrained till now, but these "classic" retreads that were played MILLIONS of times over and over and over again in their heyday are SO not what I want to hear on RP. There's a huge selection of interesting, beautiful, NOT-overexposed music out there... like the wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne that followed this one today. Okay, rant over, except to plead with you (the programmers) to just skip the well-worn in favor of roads less traveled....
 

Second, with caveat.  There is a great song on this CD never played.  The title track of the CD (# II) is wonderful (as is the rest of this great CD).

 MiracleDrug wrote:
THIS was the album and song...

that cemented in my muscle memory, the certainty that I'd internalized Stewart's playing style
to the point of Memorex... {#Drummer}

 
Stewart is certainly one of the finest drummers in rock history. I was very happy to see him a few years ago

during the Police's reunion tour.

THIS was the album and song...

that cemented in my muscle memory, the certainty that I'd internalized Stewart's playing style
to the point of Memorex... {#Drummer}

Went to a Philharmonic concert last weekend with a group called "Jeans n' Classics" from Toronto that were terrific. Did a show of Sting and Police music (including this, obviously). Besides "impersonating" the originals so well, I was amazed at how well they transferred the music to an orchestra fronted my guitars and drum kit. Based on that experience, I'm probably upping my Police ratings, henceforth.

I got married in '83 when this song was "overplayed".

Still married so this song has good connotations for me.

Made sense that they hung it up after this album, It's an almost perfect nuanced pop album.


msbella wrote: Okay, I've refrained till now, but these "classic" retreads that were played MILLIONS of times over and over and over again in their heyday are SO not what I want to hear on RP. There's a huge selection of interesting, beautiful, NOT-overexposed music out there... like the wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne that followed this one today. 
  
 
Johnny_Wave wrote:

I'd agree with this point in general, but occasionally queuing up a classic track seems OK to me.  Songs should stand on their own merits, and just because a given song may have been wildly popular in the past, that should not disqualify it from being part of the RP roster.  Besides, what happens if that "wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne" caught on with the mainstream somewhere down the road and ended up getting massive airplay  over and over and over again — if it appeared on RP a couple of years later, would it suddenly be any less interesting and beautiful?

 
Perfect response - should be reposted everywhere somewhere complains about a song that was "overplayed on commercial radio" getting played on RP.

 chasech5 wrote:


And they had something similar to say about Neil Peart. Which just goes to show you that Blender sucks, and I guess they'd rather everyone just sing about gettin' chicks and not being able to drive 55. Thank goodness RP is better than that.
 
{#Whisper} I love Rush.

Copeland laid down a terrific drum track for this number.
I had that line "You consider me the young apprentice / caught between the Scylla and Charibdis" rattlin around in my head just the other day.

Some of Sting's best lyrics ever in this one!

Our 9th grade English teacher had us analyze this song. Mr. Sinese was a cool dude.
What a cool transition— Otis Redding to the Police.  Love ya Bill!!
LastChance wrote:
I thought Stuart Copeland was a good drummer until I saw the Police in concert a few years back. Then I saw that Stuart Copeland is a tremendous drummer. Wow.
Thanks for opening my ears to this aspect!

 msbella wrote:
Okay, I've refrained till now, but these "classic" retreads that were played MILLIONS of times over and over and over again in their heyday are SO not what I want to hear on RP. There's a huge selection of interesting, beautiful, NOT-overexposed music out there... like the wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne that followed this one today.
 
I'd agree with this point in general, but occasionally queuing up a classic track seems OK to me.  Songs should stand on their own merits, and just because a given song may have been wildly popular in the past, that should not disqualify it from being part of the RP roster.  Besides, what happens if that "wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne" caught on with the mainstream somewhere down the road and ended up getting massive airplay  over and over and over again — if it appeared on RP a couple of years later, would it suddenly be any less interesting and beautiful?

 LastChance wrote:
I thought Stuart Copeland was a good drummer until I saw the Police in concert a few years back. Then I saw that Stuart Copeland is a tremendous drummer. Wow.
 
Totally agree. And especially on this track.
I thought Stuart Copeland was a good drummer until I saw the Police in concert a few years back. Then I saw that Stuart Copeland is a tremendous drummer. Wow.
If I never hear this song again it will be too soon!  Too much air play!

I've heard this song a lot, because I listen to good music. {#Bananajam}


 stephw wrote:


To each his own I guess, but I personally haven't heard this Police classic on any regular radio station so thanks RP!!{#Bounce}
 
Thanks to RP, I haven't listened to any radio stations lately!

 sirdroseph wrote:


Sister, you preachin to the choir on this one, it is ok to here them every now and then and the true classics such as Floyd and Zep should always be played because they are the "untouchables" but I do not believe The Police fall into that category.
 

To each his own I guess, but I personally haven't heard this Police classic on any regular radio station so thanks RP!!{#Bounce}
 msbella wrote:
Okay, I've refrained till now, but these "classic" retreads that were played MILLIONS of times over and over and over again in their heyday are SO not what I want to hear on RP. There's a huge selection of interesting, beautiful, NOT-overexposed music out there... like the wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne that followed this one today. Okay, rant over, except to plead with you (the programmers) to just skip the well-worn in favor of roads less traveled....
 

Sister, you preachin to the choir on this one, it is ok to here them every now and then and the true classics such as Floyd and Zep should always be played because they are the "untouchables" but I do not believe The Police fall into that category.
I think its the classics that make the new stuff exciting.... sometimes its just nice to remissness about what it was like the first few times you heard one of the all time classics..... never gets old

 
msbella wrote:
Okay, I've refrained till now, but these "classic" retreads that were played MILLIONS of times over and over and over again in their heyday are SO not what I want to hear on RP. There's a huge selection of interesting, beautiful, NOT-overexposed music out there... like the wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne that followed this one today. Okay, rant over, except to plead with you (the programmers) to just skip the well-worn in favor of roads less traveled....
 


Okay, I've refrained till now, but these "classic" retreads that were played MILLIONS of times over and over and over again in their heyday are SO not what I want to hear on RP. There's a huge selection of interesting, beautiful, NOT-overexposed music out there... like the wonderful piece by Ray LaMontagne that followed this one today. Okay, rant over, except to plead with you (the programmers) to just skip the well-worn in favor of roads less traveled....
A classic. Thatisall.
saw the police at the nassau colisseum (n.y.) in nineteen-hundred-seventy-something. they rocked, really. but not all music ages gracefully. a lot of their tunes — like some perfectly decent wines — have turned to vinegar.
EssexTex wrote: The music's fine.

The spiky haired mosquito spoils it though.....tantric sex my ass
apd wrote:

er... that could be read as a request...
 
{#High-five} lmao

 EssexTex wrote:
The music's fine.

The spiky haired mosquito spoils it though.....tantric sex my ass

 
er... that could be read as a request...


The music's fine.

The spiky haired mosquito spoils it though.....tantric sex my ass

Lyrics, lyrics, lyrics.  Couple that with a snappy pop melody and arrangement and you have ... a classic.
nice song
 jagdriver wrote:


Funny.... that's what I was going to write! I guess I agree with myself.
 

Regarding the bass and drum playing, that is.

Unfortunately, I finished the book long ago. I write that because I enjoyed Andy's writing style and anecdotal narrative so much.
 jagdriver wrote:
Funny.... that's what I was going to write! I guess I agree with myself.
 
Hehe {#Cheesygrin}. Slow reader, eh?

Anyway. Loved this song in the 80s, and it's still special to me.
Radio power play can't ruin the real classics.

So very nice to hear this again, especially since I'm in the midst of reading (link ==>) Andy's very interesting memoir.

The recording of both the drumming and bass playing are outstanding on this track.


Great song! I love the sound of Copeland's drums.{#Jump}
 chasech5 wrote:


And they had something similar to say about Neil Peart. Which just goes to show you that Blender sucks, and I guess they'd rather everyone just sing about gettin' chicks and not being able to drive 55. Thank goodness RP is better than that.
 

Does Neil write those lame lyrics?  I always figured it was Getty.  I'm not a Rush fan - the lyrics alone kept me away. 

Blender said that about Rush, huh?  I'll have to check them out, I really couldn't agree more.  I like the music, but not the vocals and forget the lyrics. 

Sting, on the other hand, had me cracking open a dictionary and reading classics as a young impressionable lad.
The Syncronicity tour was the first concert I ever attended, UNIdome at the U of Northern Iowa. Won two tickets on the local radio station and my best friend and I got dropped off by my mom.... ugh how revolting, we had her drop us off a few blocks away in the cold Iowa November.

This song just brought back that night. I loved them then and still love the Police.

As for Blender, I have always found that magazines that use words like pretentious or banal usually need more pictures of music video chicks and less music critics.


Never realized how much he slurs on this song. It doesn't make him sound cooler. I would've given it a 6 on the crappy car fm stereo, but now it's a 3.

mjwstickings wrote:
The Blender list is amusing, but there's no way Sting deserves the top spot. He can be pretentious, yes, but hardly banal and pointless.

I can hardly make out what he sings anyway...I guess he tries to mask his duff lyrics with distorted squealing.

 chasech5 wrote:


And they had something similar to say about Neil Peart. Which just goes to show you that Blender sucks, and I guess they'd rather everyone just sing about gettin' chicks and not being able to drive 55. Thank goodness RP is better than that.
 

Amen to that.
They had the most gorgeous video for this song.
 chasech5 wrote:
And they had something similar to say about Neil Peart. Which just goes to show you that Blender sucks, and I guess they'd rather everyone just sing about gettin' chicks and not being able to drive 55. Thank goodness RP is better than that.

 
haha nice!  I actually laughed out loud at that!!

Hard to pick a favorite Police album but this is up there. Good song but not my favorite off the album. Man, this takes me back to the 80s. In a good way. :)
tupicetti wrote:
i I always enjoyed this video. Especially the part when Sting burns his foot dancing between the candles. Bet he curse a lot his foolishness...
Yeah..I "Bet he curse a lot his foolishness too!"
Well, this night The police will sing in "Heineken Jammin' Festival" in Mestre(Venice, Italy) and I'll be there... I hope their performance will be good.
Really loved this album when it came out - listened to it over and over. Still like most of the cuts from it - esp. Synchronicity II and Every Breath You Take. However, this one now annoys me a bit. Rating = 4. In terms of lyrics, isn't Sting just too easy of a target to say he's the worst? Clearly, more annoying pretension as he 'matured' - but there are some still some pretty awesome Police tracks with lyrics that are just fine. Roxanne, So Lonely, Every Little Thing She Does...
mjwstickings wrote:
The Blender list is amusing, but there's no way Sting deserves the top spot. He can be pretentious, yes, but hardly banal and pointless.
Yeah, he's not the worst. Hard not to groan when he mentions Scylla and Charibdes. It's like...ooh Sting! You're so well read!
Alexandra wrote:
i I always enjoyed this video. Especially the part when Sting burns his foot dancing between the candles. Bet he curse a lot his foolishness...
always hated it! Please cross it off the playlist!
Watch Everyone Stares.
Honeyman wrote:
Blender magazine just named Sting worst lyricist ever.
And they had something similar to say about Neil Peart. Which just goes to show you that Blender sucks, and I guess they'd rather everyone just sing about gettin' chicks and not being able to drive 55. Thank goodness RP is better than that.
Police good..."Stink" bad
jsjacob wrote:
I love how the bass part quickens for the last verse. I think it adds a sense of doom.
Yeah, who was the bass player, and whatever happened to him?
Honeyman wrote:
Blender magazine just named Sting worst lyricist ever.
The Blender list is amusing, but there's no way Sting deserves the top spot. He can be pretentious, yes, but hardly banal and pointless.
I can see the destiny you sold turn into a shinning band of gold. Thats brilliant and I sometimes can relate to this 100%
chix wrote:
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Halte ich.
Blender magazine just named Sting worst lyricist ever.
QueenLucia wrote:
I will never understand the appeal of this whiney drivel.
Could I interest you in some Counting Crows?
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I will never understand the appeal of this whiney drivel.
jsjacob wrote:
I love how the bass part quickens for the last verse. I think it adds a sense of doom.
Yeah, it's a totally different progression, that continues to climb and climb, never resting on the notes we've heard thus far. It does a great job of adding tension and underscoring what is basically the turning point of the song. Brilliant.
Rhyming apprentice and Charybdis..dang.
Truly great song!
he sings of deep, deep, yearning, burning, lusting, possessive, consuming Love ... just like I used to feel for all those girls, all those years ago. damn him, he's so good - every one a winner
I love how the bass part quickens for the last verse. I think it adds a sense of doom.
TonyBear wrote: Great band, Sting's solo stuff never came close purple_love wrote:
Nods.... yes..
Maybe you take another listen to The Dream of the Blue Turtles....
slartibart_O wrote:
Kanye West rapping with the Police on Message In Bottle at Live Earth was simply...... horrifying.
AGREED! WTF??? Do they have to sell out that much?? Guess they have to give the 20 and under crowd something to recognize. How about just getting Andy to play on time??
slartibart_O wrote:
Kanye West rapping with the Police on Message In Bottle at Live Earth was simply...... horrifying.
I bet, glad I didn't tune in for that!
Nothing reminds me of my life in the 80s more than this song.
Kanye West rapping with the Police on Message In Bottle at Live Earth was simply...... horrifying.
wilwheaton wrote:
I will never get tired of this song.
Me either. This is a great song
I will never get tired of this song.
This is the beach. Warm toes, beautiful girl, and an endless horizon.
TonyBear wrote:
Great band, Sting's solo stuff never came close
Nods.... yes..