Love is the seventh wave...

Today, Reader, I want to talk to you about Stingian wisdom. Stingian as in "Sting-the-singer" not as in "the people of Oriental Stingnesia", because remember, it's me talking. Besides, there is no such country as Oriental Stingnesia. Not that I know anyway. Maybe I'm going to get terrible comments and death threats from people from Oriental Stingnesia. Now now... This post has not even started yet, and I'm already putting my life at risk...

Anyway. As I said, today, I want to talk about Sting's lyrics. I'm not generally a huge fan of his work, though I really like what he does. I don't know, he's just a little too "I love the planet-ish" for my taste (says the big U2 fan, who still believes Bono has superpowers and is just about to save the planet by singing "One" in a beautiful duet with Bill Gates...) Sting's music's just some random stuffI like to listen to once in a while, if you see what I mean. But I was listening to it on the train yesterday (yeah, it's just some random stuff, but it's still on my MP3 player...) and I figured that his lyrics are really good.

Once again, they are not particularly original ("the Russians love their children too..." that might well be true, but they still call them Boris and Vladimir, which sounds pretty cruel to me... Now I'm going to get death threats from Russians too...) but still, they are sometimes very good, poetic and well... it looks like I just ran out of adjectives. They sound a little like sayings really. Simple truths, things like that... "takes more than a licence for a gun"... And not just in "An Englishman in New York" which is obviously based on the concept.

But still, "a gentleman will walk but never run" is my favourite example. I tried explaining that to my PE teacher for years on end. I walk, I'll walk for hours if you like, just don't make me run! It makes me look red and sweaty and I pant. It's not LADYLIKE!!! They would not listen. I don't know if you ever had to suffer the high school yearly race, reader. If you have, well, I propose we start some kind of club. "We survived the high school yearly race". We can trade secrets about how to fake an asthma crises or hypo-glycemia, immitate our mum's signature and stuff. I'm pretty sure it could come handy in our professionnal life too... "Can't come in! I'm sick. Look! My mum wrote a note!"

Anyway. Where was I... Sting! Sting. Well, I would have liked to move on to Fragile, and how it's very beautiful and wise, just like nearly all other Sting songs, but I'm afraid this post is not serious enough to adress such matters as a beautiful song, and I would hate to receive death threats from Sting fans as well. I'm in a silly mood so I'll not try to address poetry today... I guess I'll just leave it at that then! Have a nice day!

Oooh oooh I'm an alien....