my so-called blog: another soundtrack to the mean reds or why i want to bear sting's children 8-24-2005

Disclaimer: With all due respect to Mrs. Trudie Styler-Sumner, this is all wishful- thinking cause you've got to love a man who could rhyme apprentice with Scylla and Caribdes ( sigh. swoon!) BUT if yours is an open marraige and for the sake of spreading Mr. Sumner's exemplary genes (or as we call it in our language "palahian")....

King of Pain
by the Police

There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain

There’s a little black spot on the sun today
That’s my soul up there
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
That’s my soul up there
There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop
That’s my soul up there

There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtide’s ebb
That’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web
That’s my soul up there

There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
Ther’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

King of pain

There’s a red fox thorn by a huntsman’s pack
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black winged gull with a broken back
That’s my soul up there
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday

King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I’ll always be king of pain
I’ll always be king of pain
I’ll always be king of pain.