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Artist: Sting

Title: Seven Days

Duration: 04'39"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 3; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 8B–6–110

Last play: 06/01/2019 at 06:14:19

"Seven days" was all she wrote A kind of ultimatum note She gave to me, she gave to me When I thought the field had cleared It seemed another suit appeared To challenge me Woe is me Though I hate to make a choice My options are decreasing mostly rapidly Well, we'll see I don't really think she'd bluff this time I really have to make her mine It's plain to see It's him or me (refrain) Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday If I make up my mind Wednesday would be fine Thursday's on my mind Friday'd give me time Saturday could wait But Sunday'd be too late The fact he's over six-feet-ten Might instill fear in other men But not in me The mighty flea Ask if I am mouse or man The mirror squeaked, away I ran He'll murder me In time for his tea Does it bother me at all? My rival is Neanderthal, it makes me think Perhaps I need a drink IQ is no problem here We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear I need that beer (refrain) Seven days will quickly go The fact remains, I love her so Seven days, so many ways But I can't run away (refrain) Do I have to tell a story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met It's a big enough umbrella But it's me that always ends up getting wet


Artist: Sting

Title: Shape Of My Heart

Duration: 04'39"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 2; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 11A–4–84

Last play: 23/12/2018 at 18:50:54

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 respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are 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 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 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 fear are lost I know that the spades are 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


Artist: Sting

Title: Gabriel's Message

Duration: 02'14"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: christmas

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10A–5–141

Last play: 19/12/2018 at 01:20:58

The angel Gabriel from Heaven came, His wings as drifted snow, His eyes as flame; `All hail,' said he, `Thou lowly maiden Mary,' Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! `For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be, All generations laud and honour thee, Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,' Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head, `To me be as it pleaseth God,' she said, `My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name.' Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn, And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say: Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!


Artist: Sting

Title: Christmas at Sea

Duration: 04'38"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: christmas

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–4–119

Last play: 22/12/2018 at 20:37:09



Artist: Sting

Title: Inside

Duration: 04'48"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 6; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 8A–6–84

Last play: 18/01/2019 at 09:23:14

I want you to stay with me To spend every day with me I want you to be more than just a friend I want you to let me in Although you're above me I want you to love me I want you to need me Take my hand and lead me to you Inside your heart Inside your soul 'Cause inside my mind You're all I find My every thought My every heartbeat is beating for you I pay my devotion To the one who controls my emotions You are my divine religion I offer complete devotion to you So will you accept me? And let happen what could be Just put some faith in destiny And take a chance on me Inside my heart Inside my soul 'Cause inside your mind I want you to find Your every thought Your every heartbeat is beating for me Inside your(my) heart Inside your(my) soul 'Cause inside my(your) mind You're all I find(I want you to find) My(Your) every thought My(Your) every heartbeat is beating for you(me) Inside my(your) heart Inside my(your) soul 'Cause inside your(my) mind I want you to find(You're all I find) Your(My) every thought Your(My) every heartbeat is beating for me(you) You're All I Find. You're All I Find (Repeat)


Artist: Sting

Title: Everybody Laughed But You

Duration: 03'53"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–6–113

Last play: 08/01/2019 at 02:22:05

Everybody laughed when I told them I wanted you I wanted you Everybody grinned they humored me They thought that someone had spiked my tea Everybody screamed they told me you Would cost the moon we'll be there soon Everybody laughed till they were blue They didn't believe my words were true Everybody laughed but you It's easy to lose touch with all the friends You like so much or liked so much Everybody laughed they couldn't take me seriously Abandoned me Sometimes I would read of things they'd done in magazines They made the scene Everybody left with such important things to do But I'm not blue Everybody left but you Everybody left but you Many years have passed And some have fallen by the way I heard them say Everybody dreamed but those who fell Are sleeping now, they're sleeping now Everybody climbed like ivy to the top most branch It was their chance Everybody grasped till they were through It's all they thought that they could do Cause everybody fell Everybody fell Everybody fell but you


Artist: Sting

Title: Never Coming Home

Duration: 05'00"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 4A–8–128

Last play: 22/12/2018 at 16:42:49

I'm planning my release Tonight I'll speak the words I never Thought I'd ever have to say to you Hope it stings you so deeply For a moment you might see me And I'll leave you there alone One more thing that you should know I'm not ever coming home Think we should finally let this go We both know it's the end of the road All I ever needed Someone to believe in Anything that I could do Maybe there's something beautiful Hidden deep in my bones I'll get as far as I can go Where I run, you never will know When you're left there lying alone Know I'm never coming home I think we've had enough time to know So know that when I go It's the end of the road Know where I go, it's the end of the road It's the end of the road I'm never coming home See, i' am never coming home See, i'am never coming home See they!!


Artist: Sting

Title: Brand New Day

Duration: 06'22"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10A–6–158

Last play: 23/12/2018 at 00:57:00

How many of you people out there Been hurt in some kind of love affair? And how many times did you swear That you’d never love again? How many lonely, sleepless nights? How many lies, how many fights? And why would you want to Put yourself through all of that again? Love is pain I hear you say Love is a cruel and bitter way of Paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain How could it be that what you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old book in rainy weather You see a picture of her smiling at you When you were still together You could be walking down the street And who should you chance to meet? But that same old smile you’ve been thinking of all day? Why don't we turn the clock to zero honey? I’ll sell the stock we’ll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock all the way back I wonder if she’ll take me back I’m thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero sister You’ll never know how much I missed her Starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero boss The rivers wide we’ll swim across We're starting up a brand new day It could happen to you Just like it happened to me There is simply no immunity There's no guarantee I say love is such a force if you find yourself in it You need some time for reflection You say, baby wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Turn the clock to zero honey I’ll sell the stock we’ll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero Mac I'm begging her to take me back I’m thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero boss The rivers wide we'll swim across Starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero buddy Don’t wanna be no fuddy duddy We're Starting up a brand new day I’m the rhythm in your tune I’m the sun and you’re the moon I’m the bat and you’re the cave You’re the beach and I’m the wave I’m the plough and you're the land You’re the glove and I’m the hand I’m the train and you’re the station I’m the flagpole to your nation I'm the present to your future You're the wound and I'm the suture You're the magnet to my pole I'm the devil in your soul You're the pupil I'm the teacher You're the church and I'm the preacher You're the flower I'm the rain You're the tunnel I'm the train Stand up, all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted, every boy and every girl Stand up, all you lovers in the world We're starting up a brand new day You're the crop to my rotation You're the sum of my equation I'm the answer to your question If you follow my suggestion We could turn this ship around And go up instead of down You're the pan and I'm the handle You're the flame and I'm the candle Stand up, all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted, every boy and every girl Stand up, all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day


Artist: Sting

Title: Mad About You

Duration: 03'53"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 1A–4–85

Last play: 12/01/2019 at 14:41:49

Sting Miscellaneous I'm Mad About You I'm Mad About You Sting A stones throw from Jerusalem I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight And though a million stars were shining My heart was lost on a distant planet That whirls around the April Moon Whirling in an arc of sadness I'm lost without you,I'm lost without you Though all my kingdoms turn to sand and fall into the sea I'm mad about you, I'm mad about you And from the dark secluded valleys I heard the ancient songs of sadness But everystep I thought of you Every footstep only you And every star a grain of sand The leavings of a dried up ocean Tell me, how much longer? How much longer? They say a city in the desert lies The vanity of an ancient king But the city lies in broken pieces Where the wind howls and the vultures sing These are the works of man This is the sum of our ambition It would make a prison of my life If you became another's wife With every prison blown to dust My enemies walk free I'm mad about you, I'm mad about you And I have never in my life Felt more alone than I do now Although I claim dominions- over all I see It means nothing to me There are no victories In all our histories-- without love A stones throw from Jerusalem I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight And though a million stars were shining My heart was lost on a distant planet That whirls around the April Moon Whirling in an arc of sadness I'm lost without you,I'm lost without you And though you hold the keys of ruin Of everything I see With every prison blown to dust My enemies walk free Though all my kingdoms turn to sand And fall into the sea I'm mad about you, I'm mad about you From: Chuck Dade


Artist: Sting

Title: If I Ever Lose My Faith In You

Duration: 04'32"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 3; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 11B–6–98

Last play: 09/01/2019 at 18:54:05

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy church You could say I lost my sense of direction You could say all of this and worse but If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians They all seemed like game show hosts to me If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do I could be lost inside their lies without a trace But every time I close my eyes I see your face I never saw miracle of science That didn't go from blessing to a curse I never saw no military solution Tha didn't always end up as something worse but Let me say this first If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do


Artist: Sting

Title: Fields Of Gold

Duration: 03'43"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10B–4–104

Last play: 17/01/2019 at 19:10:12

You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You 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 You 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 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 forget the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold


Artist: Sting

Title: Fragile

Duration: 03'53"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9A–4–84

Last play: 07/12/2018 at 06:03:36

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence And nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star Like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are How fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star Like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are How fragile we are How fragile we are How fragile we are


Artist: Sting

Title: I Hung My Head

Duration: 04'41"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 2; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5B–6–100

Last play: 28/12/2018 at 01:57:17

Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bread on him to practice my aim My brother's rifle went off in my hand A shot rang out across the land The horse he kept running, the rider was dead I hung my head, I hung my head I set off running to wake from the dream And my brother's rifle went into the stream I kept on running into the salt lands And that's where they found me, my head in my hands The sheriff he asked me "Why had I run" Then it came to me just what I had done And all for no reason, just one piece of lead I hung my head, I hung my head Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there I see the judge high up in his chair "Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind And we'll ask the jury what verdict they find" I said "I felt the power of death over life I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead" I hung my head, I hung my head Early one morning with time to kill I see the gallows up on the hill And out in the distance a trick of the brain I see a lone rider crossing the plain He's come to fetch me to see what they done We'll ride together til Kingdom come I pray for God's mercy for soon I'll be dead I hung my head, I hung my head


Artist: Sting

Title: Englishman In New York

Duration: 04'27"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 2; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10A–4–102

Last play: 30/12/2018 at 08:32:58



Artist: Sting

Title: A Thousand Years

Duration: 06'00"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 1; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 2A–4–82

Last play: 14/01/2019 at 10:10:19

A thousand years, a thousand more A thousand times a million doors to eternity I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times An endless turning stairway climbs To a tower of souls If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars, The towers rise to numberless floors in space I could shed another million tears, a million breaths, A million names but only one truth to face A million roads, a million fears A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty I could speak a million lies, a million songs, A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time But if there was a single truth, a single light A single thought, a singular touch of grace Then following this single point, this single flame, This single haunted memory of your face I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head I may be numberless, I may be innocent I may know many things, I may be ignorant Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head On and on the mysteries unwind themselves Eternities still unsaid 'Til you love me


Artist: Sting

Title: Tomorrow We'll See

Duration: 04'50"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 3; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 6A–6–97

Last play: 30/12/2018 at 22:11:17

The streets are wet The lights have yet To shed their darkened luster on the scene My skirts too short My tights are run These new heels are killing me A second pack of cigarettes Its a slow night, but theres time yet Here comes the john from his other life He may be driving to his wife But he slowed down, take a look Ive learned to read them just like books Its already half past ten But theyll be back again Head lights in a rainy street I checked, made sure its not the heat I wink, I smile, I wave my hand He stops, he seems to understand A small transaction we must meet I tell him that my heart will break If hes not a generous man I step into his van They say the firsts the hardest trick But after that its just a matter of logic They have the money I have the time Being prettys my only crime Ask what future do I see I say its really up to me I dont need forgiving Im just making a living Dont judge me You could be me in another life In another set of circumstances Dont judge me One more night Ill just have to take my chances For tomorrow well see A friend of mine, he wound up dead His dress is stained with color red The next of kin, no fixed abode Another victim on this road The police just carted him away But someone took his place next day Hes home by thanksgiving But not with the living Dont judge me You could be me in another life In another set of circumstances Dont judge me One more night Ill just have to take my chances I know its just not in my plan For someone to care who I am I walk in the streets for money Its the business of love, hey honey, come on! Dont leave me lonely, dont leave me sad Ill be the sweetest five minutes youll ever have Dont judge me You could be me in another life In another set of circumstances Dont judge me One more night Ill just have to take my chances And tomorrow well see


Artist: Sting

Title: La Belle Dame Sans Regrets

Duration: 05'17"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: jazz

Locomotive: true

Likes: 3; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 6A–6–144

Last play: 16/12/2018 at 00:32:43

Dansons tu dis Et moi, je suis Mes pas sont gauches Mes pieds tu fauches Je crains les sots Je cherche en vain les mots Pour m'expliquer ta vie, alors Tu ments, ma soeur Tu brises mon coeur Je pense, tu sais Erreurs, jamais J'ecoute, tu parles Je ne comprends pas bien La belle dame sans regrets La belle dame sans regrets


Artist: Sting

Title: Russians

Duration: 03'56"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre:

Locomotive: true

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–4–115

Last play: 24/12/2018 at 03:52:19

In Europe and America There's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mister Krushchev said, "We will bury you" I don't subscribe to his point of view It'd be such an ignorant thing to do If the Russians love their children too How can I save my little boy From Oppenheimer's deadly toy? There is no monopoly of common sense On either side of the political fence We share the same biology Regardless of ideology Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too There is no historical precedent To put the words in the mouth of the president? There's no such thing as a winnable war, It's a lie we don't believe anymore Mister Reagan says, "He will protect you" I don't subscribe to his point of view Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too We share the same biology Regardless of ideology What might save us, me and you, Is if the Russians love their children too


Artist: Sting

Title: Desert Rose

Duration: 04'53"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–6–112

Last play: 06/12/2018 at 22:26:23



Artist: Brian Adams/Rod Stewart/Sting

Title: All For Love

Duration: 04'44"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 10B–6–150

Last play: not played yet



Artist: Sting

Title: I'm So Happy I Can't Stop Crying

Duration: 04'04"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 2B–6–147

Last play: 16/12/2018 at 17:54:55



Artist: Sting

Title: Down, Down, Down

Duration: 03'47"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 12A–5–114

Last play: 07/01/2019 at 13:31:47



Artist: Sting

Title: The Hounds Of Winter

Duration: 05'17"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 11A–4–154

Last play: 13/01/2019 at 22:54:51



Artist: Casting Crowns

Title: Thrive

Duration: 05'11"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 2B–6–115

Last play: 18/12/2018 at 21:49:57



Artist: Sting/Vicente Amigo

Title: Send Your Love)

Duration: 04'38"

Quarantine: 12 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: true

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 8A–8–112

Last play: 26/12/2018 at 11:42:47



Artist: Sting/Eric Clapton

Title: It's Probably Me

Duration: 04'53"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre: pop/rock

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 9A–4–91

Last play: not played yet



Artist: Sting/Cheb Mami

Title: Desert Rose

Duration: 04'45"

Quarantine: 31 days

Genre:

Locomotive: false

Likes: 0; Dislikes: 0

Classification: 5A–4–112

Last play: not played yet




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