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The Dream of the Blue Turtles
by Sting
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Overall Rating:
2.8624
Avg. Critic Score:
3.2000
The Dream of the Blue Turtles Lyrics
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- If you need somebody, call my name
- If you want someone, you can do the same
- If you want to keep something precious
- You got to lock it up and throw away the key
- If you want to hold onto your possession
- Don't even think about me
- If you love somebody, set them free
- If it's a mirror you want, just look into my eyes
- Or a whipping boy, someone to despise
- Or a prisoner in the dark
- Tied up in chains you just can't see
- Or a beast in a gilded cage
- That's all some people ever want to be
- If you love somebody, set them free
- You can't control an independent heart
- Can't tear the one you love apart
- Forever conditioned to believe that we can't live
- We can't live here and be happy with less
- So many riches, so many souls
- Everything we see we want to possess
- If you need somebody, call my name
- If you want someone, you can do the same
- If you want to keep something precious
- You got to lock it up and throw away the key
- If you want to hold onto your possession
- Don't even think about me
- If you love somebody, set them free
- In the empire of the senses
- You're the queen of all you survey
- All the cities all the nations
- Everything that falls your way
- There is a deeper wave than this
- That you don't understand
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Tugging at your hand
- Every ripple on the ocean
- Every leaf on every tree
- Every sand dune in the desert
- Every power we never see
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Swelling in the world
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Listen to me girl
- Feel it rising in the cities
- Feel it sweeping over land
- Over borders, over frontiers
- Nothing will its power withstand
- There is no deeper wave than this
- Rising in the world
- There is no deeper wave than this
- Listen to me girl
- All the bloodshed, all the anger
- All the weapons, all the greed
- All the armies, all the missiles
- All the symbols of our fear
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Rising in the world
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Listen to me girl
- At the still point of destruction
- At the centre of the fury
- All the angels, all the devils
- All around us can't you see
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Rising in the land
- There is a deeper wave than this
- Nothing will withstand
- I say love is the seventh wave
- 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
- Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
- I don't subscribe to this point of view
- It would 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 in 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 that we don't believe anymore
- Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
- I don't subscribe to this 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 that the Russians love their children too
- Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen
- Marching through countries they'd never seen
- Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
- All for a Children's Crusade
- Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
- Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
- Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
- All of those young lives betrayed
- The children of England would never be slaves
- They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
- The flower of England face down in the mud
- And stained in the blood of a whole generation
- Corpulent generals safe behind lines
- History's lessons drowned in red wine
- Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
- All of those young lives betrayed
- All for a Children's Crusade
- The children of England would never be slaves
- They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
- The flower of England face down in the mud
- And stained in the blood of a whole generation
- Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four
- Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
- Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
- All of those young lives betrayed
- All for a Children's Crusade
- I woke up in my clothes again this morning
- I don't know exactly where I am
- And I should heed my doctor's warning
- He does the best with me he can
- He says I suffer from delusion
- But I'm so confident I'm sane
- It can't be no optical illusion
- How can you explain
- Shadows in the rain
- And if you see us on the corner
- We're just dancing in the rain
- I tell my friends there when I see them
- Outside my windowpane
- Shadows in the rain
- This place has changed for good
- Your economic theory said it would
- It's hard for us to understand
- We can't give up our jobs the way we should
- Our blood has stained the coal
- We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
- We matter more than pounds and pence
- Your economic theory makes no sense
- One day in a nuclear age
- They may understand our rage
- They build machines that they can't control
- And bury the waste in a great big hole
- Power was to become cheap and clean
- Grimy faces were never seen
- But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
- We work the black seam together
- The seam lies underground
- Three million years of pressure packed it down
- We walk through ancient forest lands
- And light a thousand cities with our hands
- Your dark satanic mills
- Have made redundant all our mining skills
- You can't exchange a six inch band
- For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland
- One day in a nuclear age
- They may understand our rage
- They build machines that they can't control
- And bury the waste in a great big hole
- Power was to become cheap and clean
- Grimy faces were never seen
- But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
- We work the black seam together
- Our conscious lives run deep
- You cling onto your mountain while we sleep
- This way of life is part of me
- The is no price so only let me be
- And should the children weep
- The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
- When you have sunk without a trace
- The universe will suck me into place
- One day in a nuclear age
- They may understand our rage
- They build machines that they can't control
- And bury the waste in a great big hole
- Power was to become cheap and clean
- Grimy faces were never seen
- But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
- We work the black seam together
- There were rooms of forgiveness
- In the house that we share
- But the space has been emptied
- Of whatever was there
- There were cupboards of patience
- There were shelfloads of care
- But whoever came calling
- Found nobody there
- After today, consider me gone
- Roses have thorns, and shining waters mud
- And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
- Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun
- And history reeks of the wrongs we have done
- After today, consider me gone
- I've spent too many years at war with myself
- The doctor has told me it's no good for my health
- To search for perfection is all very well
- But to look for Heaven is to live here in Hell
- After today, consider me gone
- There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
- I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
- I've no choice but to follow that call
- The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
- I pray everyday to be strong
- For I know what I do must be wrong
- Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
- While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
- It was many years ago that I became what I am
- I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
- Now I can only show my face at noon
- And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
- The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
- I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
- Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
- While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
- She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
- She's innocent and young from a family of means
- I have stood many times outside her window at night
- To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
- How could I be this way when I pray to God above
- I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
- Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
- While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
- Under the ruins of a walled city
- Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light
- No flags of truce, no cries of pity
- The siege guns had been pounding all through the night
- It took a day to build the city
- We walked through its streets in the afternoon
- As I returned across the field's I'd known
- I recognized the walls that I once made
- I had to stop in my tracks for fear
- Of walking on the mines I'd laid
- And if I built this fortress around your heart
- Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
- Then let me build a bridge
- For I cannot fill the chasm
- And let me set the battlements on fire
- Then I went off to fight some battle
- That I'd invented inside my head
- Away so long for years and years
- You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
- While the armies are all sleeping
- Beneath the tattered flag we'd made
- I had to stop in my track for fear
- Of walking on the mines I'd laid
- And if I built this fortress around your heart
- Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
- Then let me build a bridge
- For I cannot fill the chasm
- And let me set the battlements on fire
- This prison has now become your home
- A sentence you seem prepared to pay
- It took a day to build the city
- We walked through its streets in the afternoon
- As I returned across the fields where I'd once played
- I had to stop in my tracks for fear
- Of walking on the mines I'd laid
- And if I built this fortress around your heart
- Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
- Then let me build a bridge
- For I cannot fill the chasm
- And let me set the battlements on fire
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