lemmings into shiny metal boxes
I see you've sent my letters back And my LP records and they're all scratched (Can't stand losing you)Love can mend your life But love can break your heart (Message in a bottle)
But my silent fears have gripped me Long before I reach the phone(Every little thing she does is magic)
Words that scream for your submission And no one's jamming their transmission (De do do do, De da da da)
Too many cameras and not enough food' Cause this is what we've seen (Driven to Tears)
Is anybody alive in here? Nobody but us (Miss Gradenko)
We have this strange obsession You have the means in your possession (Tea in the Sahara)
I have only come here seeking knowledge Things they wouldn't teach me of in college (Wrapped around your finger)
Tomorrow night we're going to see The Police. It's the first big stadium tour I've seen in a long time, but for The Police reunion I'll make an exception from the small club bands I usually see. Zenyatta Mondatta and Synchronicity I played to oblivion.
Labels: Jane Magazine, The Police


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