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Dick Quickwood

The Police

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i never liked the police much before, except for one song. i heard them on the radio the other day, and now i can't get enough. it's the echoey guitar sound that does it for me.

 

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shit your lucky, my cd walkman broke when i got an mp3 player. then my mp3 player broke so now i have nothing.

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On the streets, it's the police.

In my house, it's the police.

Gotta run, the police.

They got a gun, the police.

A shitty band, The Police

I'm not a fan, the police.

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Originally posted by mackfatsoe@Jan 10 2006, 05:18 AM

Ha, just today I was walking around listening to the police on my cd walkman. Yeah, that's right, fuck an ipod.

 

 

I have a police tape and usta to listen to it on the bus constantly..people would ask if thats a tape player, lol..now my car has a tape player and its in there...

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Guest Sparoism

"So Lonely" is my favorite Police song....man, why did Sting have to turn into Mr. Cool Dad? He was all right back in the day, now he's a weirdo.

 

Andy Summers did the soundtrack to "Rumble Fish", too. It's like The Lost Police Album...it's rare, but if you ever see it, it's goood.

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anyone remember when sting was always hanging out with that dude with the plate in his lip? man, they were good times

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the police were one of the best bands in the 80's!

 

 

Another suburban morning

Grandmother screaming at the wall

We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies

We can't hear anything at all

Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration

But we know all the suicides are fake

Daddy only stares into the distance

There's only so much more that he can take

Many miles away something crawls from the slime

At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake

 

Another industrial ugly morning

The factory belches filth into the sky

He walks unhindered through the picket lines today

He doesn't think to wonder why

The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street

But all he ever thinks to do is watch

And every single meeting with his so called superior

Is a humiliating kick in the crotch

Many miles away something crawls to the surface

Of a dark Scottish Loch

 

Another working day has ended

Only the rush-hour hell to face

Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes

Contestants in a suicidal race

Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance

He knows that something somewhere has to break

He sees the family home now looming in his headlight

The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache

Many miles away there's a shadow on a door

Of a cottage by the shore

Of a dark Scottish lake

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