STING

Fields Of Gold

When We Dance
If You Love Somebody Set Them Free
Fields of Gold
All This Time
Fortress Around Your Heart
Be Still My Beating Heart
They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo)
If I Ever Lose My Faith In You
Fragile
Why Should I Cry For You?
Englishman in New York
We'll Be Together
Russians
This Cowboy Song


Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall


Englishman In New York

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York


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 Khroutchev said “We will bury you”
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It’d be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians loved 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 the words in the mouth of a 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
But what might save us, me and you,
Is if the Russians love their children too


This Cowboy Song

We rode all night across an endless desert
We had no moon to light our way
And though a million stars were slowly turning
We lacked the concious souls to pray
Our horses running like a devil chase us
Those feet they hardly touch the ground
Yes I'm familar with the gray wolves' howling
But I'm certain I never heard this sound
Devil to pay
On Judgement Day
Would Jesus strike me down
If I should pay this cowboy song?
It's all I know
To bring me back into your arms
No distant sun
No shining light
You'll be my Dog Star shining-- tonight

I've been the lowest star
so low on the planet
I've been a sinner all my days
When I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways
The priest had asked if I'd embrace the resurrection
To suck the poison from my life
Just like an extessential cowboy villian
His words were balanced on my knife

Devil to pay
On Judgement Day
Would Jesus strike me down
If I should pray this cowboy song?
It's all I know
To bring me back into your arms
No distant sun
No shining light
You'll be my Dog Star shining-- tonight

Tonight and every night
All my distances are far

This cowboy song
It's all I know
To bring me back into your arms
This cowboy song
This cowboy life
Will be your Dog Star shining tonight

Dog Star
Dog Star
Dog Star
Dog Star...

 

Requested by Frederic from FRANCE

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