Morning Awesome

Fantastic song. One of my favorites from the 80s.

Amazing song…and I imagined that *extremely* 80′s outfit of Sting’s, as soon as I saw your RSS feed! My seats were right behind the soundman in Atlanta during this tour…got the video feed on his monitor as well as the distant view of the stage from “many miles away”. Ahh, memory.

“Shiny metal boXes” – I’ve always loved that phrasing.From the clip, someone unfamiliar with the Police could easily assume that Sting was the sole member. In all the times I saw the band (at least five come to mind), I found Andy and (especially) Stewart much more interesting to watch. Twice I purposefully sat myself behind the stage in order to better observe Mr. Copeland.(I love that Copeland was hired simply to play hi-hat on P.Gabriel’s “Red Rain”.)

Stewart Copeland is one of the best drummers EVEH. End of discussion. Better than Moon, Peirt (?sp), and Bonham. The end.::crossess fingers that this post works::

Agreed! Great song to cover too!

Another suburban family morning.Grandmother screaming at the wall.We have to shout above the din of our Rice CrispiesWe 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 distanceThere’s only so much more that he can take.Many miles away something crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.Another industrial ugly morningThe 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 superiorIs a humiliating kick in the crotch.Many miles away something crawls to the surfaceOf 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 doorOf a cottage on the shoreOf a dark Scottish lake……………