Sting

Style: Rock / Jazz-Rock / Blues-Rock 
Album: The Dream of the Blue Turtles © 1985
Sting - The Dream of the Blue Turtles '1985'
1.  If You Love Somebody Set Them Free (4:12)
2.  Love Is the Seventh Wave (3:28) 
3.  Russians (3:54) 
4.  Children's Crusade (5:00) 
5.  Shadows In the Rain (4:47) 
6.  We Work The Black Seam (5:37) 
7.  Consider Me Gone (4:14) 
8.  The Dream Of the Blue Turtles (1:15) 
9.  Moon Over Bourbon Street (3:56) 
10. Fortress Around Your Heart (4:36) 


If You Love Somebody Set Them Free
If you need somebody, call my name If you want someone, you can do the same If you want to keep something precious You got to lock it up and throw away the key If you want to hold onto your possession Don't even think about me If you love somebody, set them free If it's a mirror you want, just look into my eyes Or a whipping boy, someone to despise Or a prisoner in the dark Tied up in chains you just can't see Or a beast in a gilded cage That's all some people ever want to be If you love somebody, set them free You can't control an independent heart Can't tear the one you love apart Forever conditioned to believe that we can't live We can't live here and be happy with less So many riches, so many souls Everything we see we want to possess If you need somebody, call my name If you want someone, you can do the same If you want to keep something precious You got to lock it up and throw away the key If you want to hold onto your possession Don't even think about me If you love somebody, set them free Love Is the Seventh Wave
In the empire of the senses You're the queen of all you survey All the cities all the nations Everything that falls your way There is a deeper world than this That you don't understand There is a deeper world that this Tugging at your hand Every ripple on the ocean Every leaf on every tree Every sand dune in the desert Every power we never see There is a deeper wave than this Swelling in the world There is a deeper wave than this Listen to me girl Feel it rising in the cities Feel it sweeping over land Over borders, over frontiers Nothing will its power withstand There is no deeper wave than this Listen to me girl All the bloodshed all the anger All the weapons all the greed All the armies all the missiles All the symbols of your fear There is a deeper wave than this Listen to me girl At the still point of destruction At the centre of the fury All the angels all the devils All around us can't you see There is a deeper wave than this Rising in the land There is a deeper wave than this Nothing will withstand I say love is the seventh wave Russians
In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you I don't subscribe to this point of view It would be such an ignorant thing to do If the Russains love their children too How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy There is no monopoly of common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too There is no historical precedent To put words in the mouth of the president There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie we don't believe anymore Mr. Reagan says we will protect you I don't subscribe to this point of view Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too We share the same biology Regardless of ideology What might save us me and you Is that the Russians love their children too Children's Crusade
Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen Marching through countries they'd never seen Virgins with rifles, a game of charades All for a children's crusade Pawns in the game are not victims of chance Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade All of these young lives betrayed The children of England would never be slaves They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves The flower of England face down in the mud And stained in the blood of a whole generation Corpulent generals safe behind lines History's lessons drowned in red wine Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade All of those young lives betrayed All for a children's crusade The children of England would never be slaves They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves The flower of England face down in the mud And stained in the blood of a whole generation Midnight in Soho nineteen eighty four Fixing in doorways, opium slaves Poppies for young men, such bitter trade All of those young lives betrayed All for a children's crusade Shadows In the Rain
I woke up in my clothes again this morning I don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can He says I suffer from delusion But I'm so confident I'm sane It can't be an optical illusion So how can you explain Shadows in the rain And if you see us on the corner We're just dancing in the rain I tell my friends there when I see them Outside my window pane Shadows in the rain We Work The Black Seam
This place has changed for good Your economic theory said it would It's hard for us to understand We can't give up our jobs the way we should Our blood has stained the coal We tunneled deep inside the nations soul We matter more than pounds and pence Your economic theory makes no sense One day in a nuclear age They may understand our rage They build machines that they can't control And bury the waste in a great big hole Power was to become cheap and clean Grimey faces were never seen But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen We work the black seam together The seam is underground Three million years of pressure packed it down We walk through ancient forest lands And light a thousand cities with our hands Your dark satanic mills Have made redundant all our mining skills You can't exchange a six inch band For all the poisoned steams in Cumberland Chorus We work the black seam together Our conscious lives run deep You cling onto your mountain while we sleep This way of life is part of me There is no price so only let me be And should the children weep The turning world will sing their souls to sleep When you have sunk without a trace The universe will suck me into place Chorus We work the black seam together Consider Me Gone
There were rooms of forgiveness In the house that we share But the space has been emptied Of whatever was there There were cupboards of patience There were shelfloads of care But whoever came calling Found nobody there After today, consider me gone Roses have thorns and shining waters mud And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun And history reeks of the wrongs we have done After today, consider me gone I've spent too many years at war with myself The doctor has told me it's no good for my health To search for perfection is all very well But to look for heaven is to live here in hell After today, consider me gone The Dream Of the Blue Turtles
[None] Moon Over Bourbon Street
There's a moon over bourbon street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight How could I be this way when I pray to god above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street Fortress Around Your Heart
Under the ruins of a walled city Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light No flags of truce, no cries of pity The siege guns had been pounding all through the night It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the fields I'd known I recognized the walls that I once laid I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid And if I have built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire Then I went off to fight some battle That I'd invented inside my head Away so long for years and years You probably thought or even wished that I was dead While the armies all are sleeping Beneath the tattered flag we'd made I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid This prison has now become your home A sentence you seem prepared to pay It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the lands I'd known I recognized the fields where I'd once played I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid



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