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fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:03 pm | |
| ((My favorite Police song )) King of PainThere'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.
I have stood here before in 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 fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack There's a black-winged gull with a broken back There's a little black spot on the sun today. It's the same old thing as yesterday, That's my soul up there.......................
I have stood here before in the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I always thought you could end this reign, But it's my destiny to be the king of pain.............
I'll always be king of pain............................
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| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:03 pm | |
| Murder By Numbers
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.
There really isn't any need for bloodshed, You just do it with a little more finesse. If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee, Then it avoids an awful lot of mess.
It's murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It's as easy to learn as your ABC. Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It's as easy to learn as your ABC.
Now if you have a taste for this experience And you're flushed with your very first success, Then you must try a twosome or a threesome And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less
Because murder is like anything you take to It's a habit-forming need for more and more. You can bump off every member of your family And anybody else you find a bore
Because it's murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It's as easy to learn as your ABC Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It's as easy to learn as your ABC.
Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious In history's great dark hall of fame. All our greatest killers were industrious At least the ones that we all know by name.
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
Because it's murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It's as easy to learn as your ABC. Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3, It's as easy to learn as your A, B, C, D, E,..........
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| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:04 pm | |
| Don't Stand So Close to Me
Young teacher, the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl's an open page Book marking - she's so close now This girl is half his age
Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me
Her friends are so jealous You know how bad girls get Sometimes it's not so easy To be the teacher's pet Temptation, frustration So bad it makes him cry Wet bus stop, she's waiting His car is warm and dry
Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me
Loose talk in the classroom To hurt they try and try Strong words in the staffroom The accusations fly It's no use, he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in That book by Nabokov
Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me [Back:] (Please don't stand so close to me) (Repeat to fade) | |
| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:06 pm | |
| Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Though I've tried before to tell her Of the feelings I have for her in my heart Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the 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
Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way But my silent fears have gripped me Long before I reach the phone Long before my tongue has tripped me Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on
(Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on
Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little Every little Every little Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Thing she does is magic
Eee oh oh...)
Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing she does is magic magic magic Magic magic magic
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| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:07 pm | |
| Shadows in the Rain Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can
He claims I suffer from delusions Yet I'm so confident I'm sane It can't be no optical illusion So how can you explain Shadows in the rain
And if you see us on the corner And we're dancing in the rain I join my friends there when I see them Outside my window pane Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain
Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can
Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain | |
| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:08 pm | |
| Synchronicity II Another suburban family morning. Grandmother screaming at the wall.
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies We can't hear anything at all. Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, But we know all her suicides are fake.
Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take. Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky. He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, He doesn't think to wonder why. The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, But all he ever thinks to do is watch. And every single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch. Many miles away something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish lake.
Another working day has ended. Only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. Contestants in a suicidal race. Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance, He knows that something somewhere has to break. He sees the family home now looming in the headlights, the pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. Many miles away there's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake............... | |
| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:09 pm | |
| Every Breath You Take Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you.
Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you.
Oh can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches with every step you take.
Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you.
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace. I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it's you I can't replace. I keep crying baby, baby please..................
Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you.
Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you....... | |
| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| | | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:12 pm | |
| Can't Stand Losing You I've called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten I guess you'd call it cowardice But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't I can't stand losing you I can't stand losing you I can't stand losing you I can't stand losing you
I see you've sent my letters back And my LP records and they're all scratched I can't see the point in another day When nobody listens to a word I say You can call it lack of confidence But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't, I can't I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye And you don't care so I won't cry But you'll be sorry when I'm dead And all this guilt will be on your head I guess you'd call it suicide But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't stand losing you | |
| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:12 pm | |
| Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light Those days are over You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne You don't have to wear that dress tonight Walk the streets of money You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right
Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne
I loved you since I knew you I wouldn't talk down to you I have you to tell just how I feel I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up So put away your make up Told you once I won't tell you again It's a bad way
Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne (Put on the red light) Roxanne (Put on the red light) | |
| | | gaboman
Number of posts : 9748 Age : 43 Where I am : 台北市 Reputation : 13 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:22 pm | |
| Message In A Bottle
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh More loneliness than any man could bear Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh
Ill send an S.O.S. to the world Ill send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah
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
Ill send an S.O.S. to the world Ill send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah
Walked out this morning, dont believe what I saw Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore Seems Im not alone at being alone Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
Ill send an S.O.S. to the world Ill send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah
Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S. Sending out at an S.O.S.... | |
| | | fuscia
Number of posts : 2304 Age : 56 Where I am : INSane Diego Reputation : 95 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: By Sting Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:51 pm | |
| "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 Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy There is no monopoly in 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 the words in the mouth of the President There's no such thing as a winnable war It's a lie that 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 if the Russians love their children too | |
| | | gaboman
Number of posts : 9748 Age : 43 Where I am : 台北市 Reputation : 13 Registration date : 2007-01-23
| Subject: Re: The Police Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:22 pm | |
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| | | Mr. F
Number of posts : 1216 Age : 57 Where I am : san diego Reputation : 2 Registration date : 2007-01-25
| Subject: Re: The Police Sat Aug 16, 2008 8:14 pm | |
| Be my girl Sally Wont you be my girl Wont you be my girl Wont you be my, be my, Be my girl
I was blue and lonely, I couldnt sleep a wink And I could only get unconscious If Id had to much to drink
There was somehow, something wrong somewhere, And each day seemed grey and dead The seeds of desperation Were growing in my head
I needed inspiration, A brand new start in life, Somewhere to place affection, But I didnt want a wife
And then by lucky chance I saw In a special magazine An ad that was unusual, The like Id never seen,
experience something different With our new imported toy, Shes loving, warm, inflatible And a guarantee of joy
She came all wrapped in cardboard, All pink and shrivelled down A breath of air was all she needed To make her lose that frown
I took her to the bedroom And pumped her with some life, And later in a moment That girl became my wife
And so I sit her in the corner And sometimes stroke her hair And when Im feeling naughty I blow her up with air
Shes cuddly and shes bouncy, Shes like a rubber ball, I bounce her in the kitchen And I bounce her in the hall
And now my life is different Since sally came my way I wake up in the morning And have her on a tray
Shes everything they say she was And I wear a permanent grin, And I only have to worry In case my girl wears thin
Wont you be my girl Wont you be my girl Wont you be my, be my, Be my girl | |
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