'Funky Claude was running in and out He was pulling kids off the ground When it was all over We had to find a place to sweat. Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race'.
Late at night, while the world is dreaming, way past the stars, that ignore our fate and all twinkle too late to save us. So we save ourselves.
Good choice - hugely famous guitar riff, but nobody cares about the words beyond the chorus - dum dum dum, dum dum da dum, dum dum dum, DUM DUM
I could hear his voice in my head - right band wrong song? EDIT - It's Fergus Sings The Blues isn't it?
See, as sad as it probably is, this is the sort of thing I enjoy. I'd no idea of the song, and I don't particularly listen to Sting, but that got me to google Scylla and Charibdis, as the answer had me humming Blancmange, Living on the ceiling. Now I've learned something new. Pointless I suppose, but there it is.
I like good lyrics. They're sometimes more like poetry.... I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them, but they were only satellites, It's wrong to wish on space hardware, I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care. And from the same song.... I loved you then as I love you still, but though I put you on a pedestal they put you on the pill.
