The Police are the best band ever!

Discuss.

:P

Here, I'll get you to change your mind:



I have it on good authority that you like this band, too!

:P

in my nature to do such things! (see next post)

lounge... knowing full well there is no mod in here... for SHAME!

and I am deeply, deeply ashamed of my behavior today. So ashamed, oh so ashamed.

But I contend that the Police are better.

There! First flame war in...what the hell forum are we in?

during the concert! Sanooozeroonie! Besides, Joe was ten times cuter than that annoying blow hard, Sting - WTF kind of name is that for a grown man anyway - Sting! Ooooh! Ouch! Try screaming that name during hot monkey sex!!! I mean really! :9

You know I'm totally busting on you, right? :P

And furthermore! Eh...I'm tired. :)

Boy, what a lame flamefest. I'll work up some energy for Monday, how's that?

Sorry, I'm a little punchy this morning!

P.S. I win, if you quit already :P

There! You've won your first flamefest in...what the hell forum IS this, anyway?

won a flame fest there! EVAH!

:hi:

<singsRockythemesong>

Are you near Phila?

Just outside of buggy country

We should have a Philadelphia gathering soon.

:P

And, yes there are quite a few of us in this area! I met my first DUer yesterday, btw - actually two! It was fun.

I always loved Stewart Copeland.

Do you have Andy Summers' book, "Throb?" It is photographs that he took. It is pretty good. I bought it for a boyfriend, but we broke up before I could give it to him.

"Throb". Sounds dirty!

Personally, I'll take Springsteen and the E Street Band any day of the week. I've been secretly in love with them since the first time I heard Born To Run on the radio in the 70's.

Debbi

And I think his cameo in High Fidelity is the best cameo in any movie EVER. :)

never caught the scene with The Boss. Please enlighten me...MKJ

The Boss appears as a dream to give him advice and plays a little song in the background as he talks. It's great!

MKJ

ever hear of the Beatles? . . .

No, just kidding. I like the Beatles and recognize the immeasurable contribution they made to music. I just prefer the Police. :)

The Police could do the reggae beat, but so could the Clash and the Pretenders. The Police and the Heads were contemporaries, but the Police never quite matched them. Even with Voices in my Head.

Sting has the highest ego/talent ratio of any perfomer, ever. And he has a LOT of talent.

And for good measure, Summers and Copeland should have their hands cut off so they can never befoul their instruments again.

Bite me!

Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus
We got to work - an' you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk

"When can I tell 'em wot I do?
In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!"

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway THE lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!

What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge
Or a fridge in the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land

You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?

So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door
It's no good for man to work in cages
Hits the town, he drinks his wages
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
But did you notice you ain't gettin'?
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Who's more famous to the billion millions?
News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie
Oooohh...bub-bye

Magnificence!!

IT'S FUCKY LONG ISNT IT

We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties

My mother cried
When president Kennedy died
She said it was the communists
But I knew better

Would they drop the bomb on us
While we made love on the beach
We were the class they couldn't teach
'Cause we knew better

We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties

They screamed
When the Beatles sang
And they laughed when the King fell down the stairs
Oh they should've known better
Oh we hated our Aunts
Then we messed in our pants
Then we lost our faith and prayed to the TV
Oh we should've known better

We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties

We freeze like statues on the pages of history
Living was never like this when we took all those G.C.E.'s
Oh, you opened the door for us
And then you turned to dust
You don't understand us
So don't reprimand us
We're taking the future
We don't need no teacher
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties

It's only because he's a-lonely
If the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long!

If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!

From the opium den and the barroom gin
And the Belmont chair playing violins
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades

But the dealer just stares
There's something wrong here, he thinks
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
And shot dead

He only wanted more time
Away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in
As the dawn light crept in
And he lay on the floor

From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
With the lance and the musket and the Roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the King

Before you met your fate be sure you
Did not forsake your lover
May not be around anymore

(Slower)
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me."
It's only because he's a-lonely
If the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long

I don't want to spend the rest of my life
Looking at the barrel of an Armalite
I don't want to spend the rest of my days
Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say
I don't want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell
I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

It's dark all day and it glows all night
Factory smoke and acetylene light
I face the day with me head caved in
Looking like something that the cat brought in

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

And they're only going to change this place
By killing everybody in the human race
They would kill me for a cigarette
But I don't even wanna die just yet

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we're young and almost free

I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in
Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Do not turn or hate to see
All the things you think we've got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of Lot

We're alone or so they say
We're not on our own in that way
When we're alone it's real tough going
We can take a part in someone else's play

Come with me, I thought he said
But that's not him anymore, he's dead
What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain......

I'll always be king of pain..............

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(from http://www.darryl.com/badges/musicindex.shtml)

or the Beatles, or The Who, or the Beach Boys, or the Ramones, or the Velvet Underground, or the Rolling Stones, or the Grateful Dead, or Pink Floyd, or the Sex Pistols, or the Talking Heads, or the Clash, or the Pogues, or Parliament Funkadelic, or Camper van Beethoven..............