Do I have to tell a story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet Love that man's lyrics so much. Also, I think Stew and Andy are responsible for some under-rated gems. I love how in Does Everyone Stare, the couplets go from funny to heartfelt: I never noticed the size of my feet Until I kicked you in the shins and I wanna write you a sonnet but I don't know where to start I'm so used to laughing at the things in my heart Also, little-mentioned song Someone To Talk To is a lyrical gem. Ang
From String's solo career I'd pick the opening phrase of "The Pirate's Bride":
"Sometimes in the light / at the edge of the world / is the ghost of a ship / with its black sails furled." Love that image. But "Tea In The Sahara" is my complete favorite (even if the lyrics are distilled from a passage in The Sheltering Sky). Mitch
I agree, Someone To Talk To is brilliant, as are a lot of Stewart's lyrics (particularly Darkness, for me). Here are my favorite of the Stinginator's "In this theatre that I call my soul I always play the staring role" "i strained to understand him. I chased his thoughts like birds" "The afternoon has gently passed me by. The evening spreads it's sail against the sky." "There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt." And finally, every single word of Synchronicity 2 I absolutely adore. Chris On Oct 11, 2007, at 12:32 PM, Angeline Adams wrote:
Do I have to tell a story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Love that man's lyrics so much.
Also, I think Stew and Andy are responsible for some under-rated gems. I love how in Does Everyone Stare, the couplets go from funny to heartfelt:
I never noticed the size of my feet Until I kicked you in the shins
and
I wanna write you a sonnet but I don't know where to start I'm so used to laughing at the things in my heart
Also, little-mentioned song Someone To Talk To is a lyrical gem.
Ang
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Also, a couple years ago I bought my aspiring son the "Songwriting for Dummies" book, and Sting was listed as one of the top ten lyricists. hmmmmm, go figure! How 'bout these lines, All in the same freaking song!!!: You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis Mephistopheles is not your name I know what you're up to just the same I will turn your face to alabaster When you will find your servant is your master [sigh] SoCalJen Angeline Adams <angeline.adams@gmail.com> wrote: Do I have to tell a story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet Love that man's lyrics so much. Also, I think Stew and Andy are responsible for some under-rated gems. I love how in Does Everyone Stare, the couplets go from funny to heartfelt: I never noticed the size of my feet Until I kicked you in the shins and I wanna write you a sonnet but I don't know where to start I'm so used to laughing at the things in my heart Also, little-mentioned song Someone To Talk To is a lyrical gem. Ang _______________________________________________ Police mailing list Police@mailman.xmission.com http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/police THINK BLUE! AIM: MamaRocks62 Visit MySpace --------------------------------- Pinpoint customers who are looking for what you sell.
At 10:01 AM -0700 10/11/07, Jenny Dolan wrote:
Also, a couple years ago I bought my aspiring son the "Songwriting for Dummies" book, and Sting was listed as one of the top ten lyricists. hmmmmm, go figure!
I have a friend who would sigh over Paul McCartney's lyric as the greatest: "and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make" which I've always thought is rather naive (in a lifetime!) discussions on the hereafter or reincarnation are for another newsgroup ; ) but I always prefered Sting's simply said there are no victories in all our histories without love this is fun! please keep posting lyrics
Andrea and I both love the last two lines from this verse: Two priests came round our house tonight One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying To serve the final rite, One to learn, one to teach, Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The information contained in this communication and any enclosures or attachments may be confidential and/or proprietary. It is intended only for the recipient or recipients named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, you are hereby notified that any dissemination, distribution or copying of this communication or its contents or attachments is strictly prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, please immediately advise the sender and delete the original and any copies from your computer system. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fred and Andrea - you have quoted my favourite lyrics as well. The whole song blows me away lyrically, but you hit the nail on the head by choosing those particular lines. Also...from the same stunningly beautiful album: "What would it mean to say I loved you in my fashion?" Thanks, Bruce -----Original Message----- From: police-bounces@mailman.xmission.com [mailto:police-bounces@mailman.xmission.com] On Behalf Of Fred Berthelot Sent: Thursday, October 11, 2007 2:00 PM To: police@mailman.xmission.com Subject: RE: [Police] Favourite lyrics Andrea and I both love the last two lines from this verse: Two priests came round our house tonight One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying To serve the final rite, One to learn, one to teach, Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- The information contained in this communication and any enclosures or attachments may be confidential and/or proprietary. It is intended only for the recipient or recipients named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, you are hereby notified that any dissemination, distribution or copying of this communication or its contents or attachments is strictly prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, please immediately advise the sender and delete the original and any copies from your computer system. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- _______________________________________________ Police mailing list Police@mailman.xmission.com http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/police
You know, I didn't really even get into thinking about the solo stuff. But this is my all time favorite Sting solo song, and it's another song where I love every single word. Thanks for reminding me. Chris On Oct 11, 2007, at 9:54 PM, Bruce Greenwood wrote:
Fred and Andrea - you have quoted my favourite lyrics as well. The whole song blows me away lyrically, but you hit the nail on the head by choosing those particular lines. Also...from the same stunningly beautiful album:
"What would it mean to say I loved you in my fashion?"
Thanks, Bruce
Once that you've decided on a killing First you make a stone of your heart And if you find that your hands are still willing Then you can turn a murder into art (...) But you can reach the top of your profession If you become the leader of the land For murder is the sport of the elected And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand ------------------- Don't have to be born into this society Pay for love but the hate comes free Bring enough money for the rest of your life Don't bring your wife to the low life ------------------- A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life But love can break your heart (...) Walked out this morning Don't believe what I saw A hundred billion bottles Washed up on the shore Seems I'm not alone at being alone A hundred billion castaways ---------------------------------- Hey Mr. Pinochet You've sown a bitter crop It's foreign money that supports you One day the money's going to stop No wages for your torturers No budget for your guns Can you think of your own mother Dancin' with her invisible son They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone Looking for a home
Thankyou for reminding me of the beautiful lyrics to " They Dance Alone." It has been far too long since I have listened to that song. Thankyou again to Sting for making me go and find out who Pinochet was and what happened in Chile the year I was born. There are so many examples of things I know about now that I would have been clueless about if they hadn't been mentioned by that totally hot guy I was fascinated with. The more I learned the more I understood and respected him and his lyrics which were almost always an opportunity to talk about something deeper than your average pop song. Kim Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T -----Original Message----- From: "Leandro Germán Montibelli" <fleita@gmail.com> Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 14:57:29 To:"Jenny Dolan" <dolanbalin@yahoo.com> Cc:police@mailman.xmission.com Subject: Re: [Police] Favourite lyrics Once that you've decided on a killing First you make a stone of your heart And if you find that your hands are still willing Then you can turn a murder into art (...) But you can reach the top of your profession If you become the leader of the land For murder is the sport of the elected And you don't need to lift a finger of your hand ------------------- Don't have to be born into this society Pay for love but the hate comes free Bring enough money for the rest of your life Don't bring your wife to the low life ------------------- A year has passed since I wrote my note But I should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life But love can break your heart (...) Walked out this morning Don't believe what I saw A hundred billion bottles Washed up on the shore Seems I'm not alone at being alone A hundred billion castaways ---------------------------------- Hey Mr. Pinochet You've sown a bitter crop It's foreign money that supports you One day the money's going to stop No wages for your torturers No budget for your guns Can you think of your own mother Dancin' with her invisible son They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone Looking for a home _______________________________________________ Police mailing list Police@mailman.xmission.com http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/police
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