Sting — Never Coming Home
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Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers
There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him
And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer
There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor
And you're torn if you should leave him with a number
And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away
Because too many of his promises got broken on the way
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you tell him that you're never coming home
She starts running for the railway station praying that her calculation's right
And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night
A place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day
She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better
The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella
And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her
There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today
She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her
Now in her imagination she's a million miles away
When too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home
She told him she was never coming home
I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head
I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie
It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know
I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better
I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor
It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face
I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late
I'm almost done and then I see the letter
In his imagination she's a universe away
Too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life
And she told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life in my own way
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers
There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him
And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer
There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor
And you're torn if you should leave him with a number
And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away
Because too many of his promises got broken on the way
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you tell him that you're never coming home
She starts running for the railway station praying that her calculation's right
And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night
A place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day
She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better
The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella
And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her
There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today
She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her
Now in her imagination she's a million miles away
When too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home
She told him she was never coming home
I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head
I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie
It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know
I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better
I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor
It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face
I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late
I'm almost done and then I see the letter
In his imagination she's a universe away
Too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life
And she told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life in my own way
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Eul0gy wrote:
As far as where the talent went... its still there, it shows... but pretension is slapping it around like a red headed step child.
A lot of these "artists" are fat, slow and satisfied. There's no passion, anymore. It's just a job they do.
Miles wrote:
Please no more Sting@!@! Blech.
Amen to that. He is the musical equivalent of Tim Robbins' "Ian" character in "High Fidelity." I would label it "New Age" crap, but that would be a tremendous disservice to Tesh and Mannheim Steamroller.
I would care for more Sting. 
Please no more Sting@!@! Blech.
OmegaConcern wrote:.
As far as where the talent went... its still there, it shows... but pretension is slapping it around like a red headed step child.
And with regard to the whole "what happened to" musical ability and talent thread, check out Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton. Clapton hasn't put out an album since Journeyman (as far as I and many colleagues are concerned) and Winwood's acquired dryrot.
Since when does an album signify talent? lots of crap bands have albums. lots of people who at one time had talent are allowed to pump out god awful shit because, hey, its Methinks the Spice went to Sting's head a bit too much. Bleh.
I have to say, I think this is one of the few things I like of his recent stuff. I've read all the comments and while, yes, it sounds recycled or sampled (too much hip-hop around the castle there Gordo?), it's kinda cool.
And not everyone frm Dade county is a mouroN.
And with regard to the whole "what happened to" musical ability and talent thread, check out Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton. Clapton hasn't put out an album since Journeyman (as far as I and many colleagues are concerned) and Winwood's acquired dryrot.
And with regard to the whole "what happened to" musical ability and talent thread, check out Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton. Clapton hasn't put out an album since Journeyman (as far as I and many colleagues are concerned) and Winwood's acquired dryrot.No wrote:
Crap. No soul. Nothing. Void. Empty. I won't even remember the title.
In french, we use to say : "c'est de la soupe".
I could not have put it better myself.
Strange the ammount of airplay gordon's new ego stroke is getting though...
Crap. No soul. Nothing. Void. Empty. I won't even remember the title.
In french, we use to say : "c'est de la soupe".
Very annoying drum machine. Doesn't fit with the melody at all and is extremely repetitive. The piano solo is kinda cool but not enough to save the song.
I keep hearing '50 ways to leave your lover' in this. Which is funny, considering the subject material is the same.
Eul0gy wrote:
Really, if all of sting's "music" was like this, I'd be forced to jump on the "sting sucks" bandwagon...
On the other hand, if you like this, you will probally like japanese pop as well.
Actually, I do enjoy J-pop. In moderation, admittedly. But I do enjoy it!
Eul0gy wrote:
Really, if all of sting's "music" was like this, I'd be forced to jump on the "sting sucks" bandwagon...
On the other hand, if you like this, you will probally like japanese pop as well.
Hey, I like Japanese pop, but I don't like this.
Ooooh, but cool sounds with headphones on!!
The man sure does recycle his old work. Guitar line... Bring On the Night, more or less.
Really, if all of sting's "music" was like this, I'd be forced to jump on the "sting sucks" bandwagon...
On the other hand, if you like this, you will probally like japanese pop as well.
I think they did a lobotomy on this guy after he left The Police, Bah (for his whole oeuvre exc. The Police) 
Actually not bad at all
Well-crafted muzak. Geez, I hope you get over this album soon, Bill.
hideglue wrote:
Uh...,yea,sure.(?) C'mon, listen to what you just wrote.My point exactly.
What ?
Is it the words or the intent you didn't understand?
Small wonder why this country placed so low in the last OECD education survey.
( you're not from Dade country are you ?)
hideglue wrote:
Uh...,yea,sure.(?) C'mon, listen to what you just wrote.My point exactly.
hmm...i dunno...i thought philarktos made a pretty insightful point.
are you criticizing her/him for being too analytical?
i think he/she is just saying that sting is honest and sincere.
is that really so worthy of your flippant scorn?
not sure why you are choosing to be so cluelessly cruel...
These are pretty cool lyrics. The instrumentation is interesting enough, and it's impecably produced. So why does this song, and most anything else that Sting anymore does bore me so much?
hideglue wrote:
Whatever happened to this guy?
I cant relate to such an English stiff w/ his
castles & millions. He's absolutely lost touch...
move over Madonna!!
I can relate to Sting far better than most denizens of the contemporary god realms that come with celebrity and great wealth. I happen to believe that his spirituality is more than spin, and that he wants to give something positive back to the world in his music and advocacy. Might collect castles myself if I had the cash flow, and I try to practice something called "Joy in the joy of others" rather than jealousy and resentment when regarding beauty, talent, and wealth. If he's mean to his wife, kids, or employees, I haven't heard it.
And I find his music and image far more mature, consistent and less frenetically self referential than that of Madonna.
great song to listen to while waiting for a ride to another city, and alternate futures.
most synchronistic, from someone who was on to that way back !!!
Can't say I care that much for the vocals, but I like the instrumental segment at the end.
"When the world is running down you take the best of what's still around"
In spite of that similarity, I think this is probably the best song Sting's done since "Fragile".Hmmm. Sounds like Sting's interest in some version of a "world" sound is a little better integrated here than in other new tracks. Giving it the benefit of the doubt, maybe. I'm not sure the frenetic effortfulness of this track can really redeem the sluggish easy listening tenor of much of his work these days, but at least it manages to avoid that wearying uninspired complacent sameness.
I don't need him to be like the Police, or even like other earlier versions of himself--I guess I think he's got enough talent that I'd like him to be interesting. Anyway, I do like this. Decent jazz.
Welcome back, Gordon.