Стинг

Всем,кто не слышал, советую слушать..У Стинга песни-это истинная поэзия..Просто замечательно..слушал все утро,поднимал себе настроение..

Надо же.

Надо же. Случайно вышла на этот блог. Абсолютно согласна. Тексты Стинга - настоящая поэзия! Они вообще выбиваются из общепринятых представлений о песенных текстах. Довольно богатый язык и образы.
Хочу особо отметить песню "Fields Of Gold"

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

Стинг

Сам Стинг как-то мимо прошел, но Police альбома 2-3 часто слушал, прикольно, правда под настроение ...

Стинг

Gросто прослушай песню Desert rose или Shape of my heart-поймешь,что я имел ввиду..у Police мне нравится пока только every breath you take

А вот текст Shape

А вот текст Shape of my heart. Очень глубокий, философский смысл.

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

послушаю

послушаю как-нибудь, как записи его найду

Стинг

Но если хочешь,могу постучаться в аську и передать..когда захочешь,сообщи

Спасибо

Спасибо Олег, но с моим интернетом дешевле и быстрее диск купить