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Sting: Brand New Day

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: A&M Records
Released: 1999
Time:
 48:56
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Sting, Kipper
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.sting.com
Appears with: The Police
Purchase date: 1999.09.28
Price in €: 13,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Thousand Years (Sting) - 5:57
[2] Desert Rose (Sting) - 4:46
[3] Big Lie Small World (Sting) - 5:05
[4] After the Rain Has Fallen (Sting) - 5:04
[5] Perfect Love...Gone Wrong (Sting) - 5:25
[6] Tomorrow We'll See (Sting) - 4:47
[7] Prelude to the End of the Game (Sting) - 0:19
[8] Fill Her Up (Sting) - 5:37
[9] Ghost Story (Sting) - 5:29
[10] Brand New Day (Sting) - 6:20

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


GORDON MATTHEW "Sting" SUMNER - Synthesizer, Bass, Guitar

DON BLACKMAN - Organ
CHRIS BOTTI - Trumpet
MINO CINELU - Percussion
VINNIE COLAIUTA - Drums
ISOBEL GRIFFITHS - Conductor
MANU KATCHE - Drums
BRANFORD MARSALIS - Clarinet
DOMINIC MILLER - Guitar
STEVIE WONDER - Harmonica
GAVYN WRIGHT - String Conductor
DAVID HARTLEY - Organ, Arranger, Conductor
SAMEH CATALAN - Strings

DARRYL TOOKES - Backing Vocals
DENNIS COLLINS - Backing Vocals
TAWATHA AGEE - Backing Vocals
JANICE PENDARVIS - Backing Vocals
ALTHEA ROGERS - Backing Vocals
KEN WILLIAMS - Backing Vocals
MARLON SAUNDERS - Backing Vocals

CHRIS BLAIR - Engineer
NEIL DORFSMAN - Engineer
BEN KAPE - Assistant Engineer
GEOFF FOSTER - Engineer
SIMON OSBORNE - Engineer, Mixing
RICHARD FRANKEL - Design
OLAF HEINE - Photography
AYA TAKEMURA - Assistant Engineer
BRIAN GARTEN - Assistant Engineer
RICKY GRAHAM - Assistant Engineer
CARTER SMITH - Photography
ANDREW FELLUS - Assistant Engineer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2 Grammy Awards 2000 for Sting (incl. Best male pop vocals). Congratulations to Matthew Gordon Summer - this is a fantastic album! A must have for everybody loving progressive, good pop/rock music.

audio-music dot com



Manche Musiker verlassen sich auf ihr Können, andere auf ihr Know-how. Sting gehört zu den letzteren. Wie üblich, umgibt er sich auch hier mit Spitzentalenten: Neben Stevie Wonder, Branford Marsalis und James Taylor gehören diesmal auch Gitarrist Dominic Miller und Cheb Mami, der Prinz des Rai, dazu. Auf Brand New Day finden sich fast soviele unterschiedliche Stilrichtungen, wie es Stücke darauf gibt; allen gemeinsam ist dabei die sorgfältig ausgearbeitete Produktion. Das Album beginnt vielversprechend mit "A Thousand Years" - eine pulsierende Melodie vor dem Hintergrund eines satten, aus nur zwei Grundtönen bestehenden Klangteppichs. In "A Desert Rose" erleben wir ein spannendes Aufeinandertreffen von Trip-Hop und algerischem Pop. Melodische Mitternachts-Jazzballaden bestimmen den mittleren Teil des Albums. Allerdings verhindert Stings Faible für asynchrone Tempi, daß die Stücke richtig abgehen, und läßt die Refrains gähnend langweilig wirken. "Fill Her Up" (nein, das bedeutet nicht "füll' sie ab", sondern "bitte volltanken"!), ein Country-Song, zeigt Sting von seiner selbstversunkensten Seite. "Got no money to invest / Got no prospect / Or education / I was lucky to get the job at this gas station" - wenn einer der reichsten Pop-Musiker der Welt so etwas singt, bedarf es schon einer fast übermenschlichen Anstrengung, diesen Zeilen noch so etwas wie Glaubwürdigkeit zu entlocken. Das Stück gleitet über in einen mitreißenden Gospel-Song, in dem Sting und sein Begleitchor jubeln "You gotta fill 'er up with Jesus! / You gotta fill her up with life!" Wer hätte gedacht, daß Bleifrei so zündend sein kann?

Beth Massa - Amazon.de



Ein Aufbruch zu ganz neuen Ufern ist es zwar nicht. Aber immerhin: So vielseitig hat sich Sting schon lange nicht mehr präsentiert: Auf seinem neuen Album "Brand New Day" leistet sich der 48jährige Ausflüge in die Countrywelt, er flirtet mit dem Jazz und holt sich von der französischen Rapperin Sté im Song "Perfect Love...Gone Wrong" Beistand aus dem HipHop-Bereich. Besonders eindrucksvoll geriet der ethnisch beeinflusste Titel "Desert Rose", für den sich Sting den algerischen Sänger Cheb Mami ins Studio holte. Die zehn Songs, die unter dem Arbeitstitel "The Lovers" entstanden sind, behandeln allesamt das Thema Liebe in all ihren Nuancen. Kein Wunder also, daß das Album auch von der Stimmung her sehr abwechslungsreich geraten ist.

Christiane Rebmann
© Scala



Auch sein 7. Album ist keine Enttäuschung. Ohne dass Sting seine musikalische Handschrift aufgibt, verarbeitet er unterschiedlichste musikalische Einflüsse: arabischen Pop, Jazz, Country, Rap, Bossa Nova. Wie ein Architekt schichtet er Klänge und Rhythmen übereinander, ohne statisch zu werden - und darüber eine Melodie. Zehn Songs zum Thema Liebe von einem Spezialisten, der weiß, wie er den Hörer packt. Mit Unterstützung von Musikern wie James Taylor, Stevie Wonder und dem Algerier Cheb Mami. Perfekt.

Cornelia Thomas
© Stereo



Wie unterschiedlich Wahrnehmungen sein können. Während die Plattenfirma des Künstlers dessen Risikobereitschaft beschwört, mit der er neue Welten erforschend jede neue CD als Abenteuer begreife, fehlt dem Rezensenten just das Innovative, das Stings erste Soloplatten auszeichnete. Tatsächlich ging Sting nach dem viel gescholtenen, aber sehr emotionalen "The Soul Cages" '91 als Komponist die Luft aus. Selbstzitate verzeiht man nur den Rolling Stones - die können und wissen es nicht besser. Aber wenn beim distinguierten Briten alles berechenbar wird und die Songs, mal gospelig, mal brasilianisch, mal countryesk angehaucht, wie schon einmal gehört klingen, ist das zu wenig für einen seiner Klasse und wirkt kalkuliert. Mit "Brand New Day" hält Sting seinen Standard und wiederholt sich selbst

Detlef Kinsler
© HIFI Test



Ich hatte Sting nach seinen "Blue Turtles" etwas aus den Ohren verloren. Zwar habe ich mir alles angehört, aber nichts kam für mich an die "Bring On The Night"-Zeit heran. Mit "Brand New Day" ändert sich das, ein irritiertes "Was, CD schon zu Ende?" nach zehn Titeln und 50 Minuten ist ein Zeichen für Qualität. Sting hat nicht nur - wie gewohnt - gute Texte, die zum Nach- und Mitdenken anregen, mit guten Kompositionen verbunden, sondern auch wieder ein äußerst geschicktes Händchen in der Wahl seiner Mitmusiker bewiesen. Cheb Mami, James Taylor, Branford Marsalis an der Klarinette in "Tomorrow We'll See" oder Stevie Wonders Mundharmonika im Titelstück seien als Highlights genannt. Schöne, hervorragend produzierte Musik, deren Spektrum von Weltmusik über Bossa Nova, Gospel, Neoklassischem bis hin zu Country & Western reicht. Weiter so!

Angela Ballhorn
© Jazzthing (11/99)



Ever since Sting ditched the Police, we've all been forced to take the once-spirited frontman with the tenacious voice seriously as a legitimate artist. The question is why?
Despite his commercial success, Sting has rarely provided the charismatic and musical wherewithal that would make him a worthy contributor to the pop canon. In other words, Sting is famous, mainly, just for being Sting, and we've sort of been at his mercy to digest these new-age meanderings of a soulless man.

Of course, if you've been a fan of Sting's solo persona, you'll find comfort in the whitewashed soundscapes he revels in on his latest album. It's only on "After the Rain," when Sting's voice soars with that familiar freedom, that we remember he used to possess some spunk.

Otherwise, Sting distils everything down to its cleanest, least edgy essence using ornamental additives to give the illusion of relevance. On "Desert Rose," he overlaps Middle-Eastern vocals to give his clever lyrics some dimension; "Fill Her Up" is one of the most tepid attempts at American country you'll hear; and "Perfect Love … Gone Wrong" features, of all things, French female rapping. How innocuous can you get? With Sting, apparently, there is no limit.

Joseph Patel, Copyright © 1994-1999 CDNow, Inc.



Sting had a rare career stumble with the unfocused Mercury Falling, yet it didn't ruffle his feathers too much. After all, he had reached a point where he didn't have to prove his worth every time out, and he had so ingrained himself in pop culture - the year after Mercury, Puff Daddy appropriated "Every Breath You Take" for his smash tribute to the Notorious BIG - he didn't need hits anymore. Not that really bothered him in his solo career - the demanding, introspective Soul Cages followed his biggest hit, Nothing Like the Sun - but by the late '90s, he really had the freedom to whatever he wanted, regardless of audience. He had that attitude on Mercury Falling, but it was too somber and serious, everything that its successor Brand New Day is not. Light, even effervescent, Brand New Day feels like little else in Sting's catalog. Not that it represents a new beginning, contrary to what the title may promise. The album is not only firmly within his tradition, it sounds out of time, as if it was recorded in 1989 instead of 1999. That's not a problem - there's no reason why Sting should be playing the pop game at this stage, anyway - but it's odd how close Brand New Day comes to feeling like a sequel to Nothing Like the Sun. Musically, that is. The sparkling, meticulous production is filled with synths, fretless bass, clean guitars, and the very tone of the music - ranging from lite-funk to mellow ballads to the Lyle Lovett tribute, "Fill Her Up" - is of piece of Sting's late '80s work. That's the main thing separating it from Ten Summoner's Tales, his other straight pop album... well, that, and the levity. There are no over-arching themes, no political messages on Brand New Day, only love songs, story songs and, for lack of a better word, inspirational exhorations (the title track). This is all a good thing, since by keeping things light he's managed to craft an appealing, engaging record - it may not ask as much from its audience as Sting's other '90s efforts, but it's immediately enjoyable, which isn't the case for its cousins. Yes, Brand New Day doesn't boast any new classics, and it does sound a little dated, but it's well-crafted, melodic and has a good sense of humor - exactly the kind of record Sting should be making as he embarks on the third decade of his career.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All-Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


A Thousand Years

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,
The 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


Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall


Big Lie, Small World

I sat down and wrote this letter
Telling you that I felt better
Since you'd gone and I was free
I'm so happy

I have so little time to spare now
I'm wanted almost everywhere now
I make out like Casanova
Friends are always coming over

I signed my name as if I meant it
Sealed it with a kiss and sent it
The letter had improved my mood
Happy in my solitude

But halfway home I changed my tune
And when I saw my lonely room
The mirror caught my eye
When I sit down I cry

Big lie, small world
Big lie, small world

I had to intercept that letter
Telling you that I was better
I raced to catch the postman's van
He was leaving as I ran

I miss the bus I miss the train
I end up walking in the rain
Big dog chased me down the street
I hadn't had a bite to eat

Feeling sorry for myself
Wishing I was someone else
I walked across the city
'Cause I couldn't stand your pity

Big lie, small world
Big lie, small world

The place you live looks opulent
And obviously a higher rent
Than our cosy little room
I had this sense of doom

The landlord says you're out of town
That your new boyfriend's always around
The hour was getting late
So I sit down and wait

Here's the postman with my letter
Coming down the path, he'd better
Give that thing to me
I have to make him see

Begging doesn't do the trick
He thinks that I'm a lunatic
And then who comes upon the scene
But your new boyfriend Mr. Clean

I hit the postman, hit your lover
Grabbed the letter ran for cover
The police arrived in time for tea
Said they'd like to question me

I can only curse my fate
I have to face the magistrate
It hasn't been the best of days
I'd like to fly away

Big lie, small world
Big lie, small world


After The Rain Has Fallen

The palace guards are all sleeping
Their fires burn into the night
There's a threat of rain on the dark horizon
And all that's left is a quarter moon of light

He climbs up through the darkness
No weapon but his surprise
The greatest thief in the high Sahara
Enters the room where a sleeping princess lies

All your money, your pretty necklace
This is my work on such a night
There's a storm coming over the mountain
I'll be gone long before the morning

After the rain has fallen
After the tears have washed your eyes
You find that I've take nothing, that
Love can't replace in the blink of an eye

He was as gentle as the night wind
As no lover had been before
And the rings she wore for her bride groom
Slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor

Take me with you, take me with you
Before my lonely life is set
I've been promised to another
To a man I've never even met

After the rain has fallen
After the tears have washed your eyes
You'll find that I've take nothing, that
Love can't replace in the blink of an eye
After the thunder's spoken, and
After the lightning bolt's been hurled
After the dream is broken, there'll
Still be love in the world

She said take me to another life
Take me for a pirate's wife
Take me where the wind blows
Take me where the red wine flows
Take me to the danger
Take me to the life of crime
Take me to the stars
Take me to the moon while we still have time

After the rain has fallen
After the tears have washed your eyes
You'll find that I've taken nothing, that
Love can't replace in the blink of an eye

After the thunder's spoken, and
After the lightning bolt's been hurled
After the dream is broken, there'll
Still be love in the world
Still be love in the world


Perfect Love... Gone Wrong

I've had a question that's been preying on my mind for some time
I won't be wagging my tail for one good reason
It has to be a crime

This doghouse never was the place for me,
Runner up and second best just ain't my pedigree
I was so happy, just the two of us
Until this alpha male
Turned up in the January sale

He won't love you
Like I love you,
It won't be long now before that puppy goes astray
And what I like about this guy the most'..........
He'd be my favourite lamppost
Devil take the hindmost

Je sais que c'est dur, mais ilfaut se faire ar changement, tu vois
J'ai négligé le primordial pendant trop longtemps crois moi'
Je suis consciente, je vois bien que tu souffres, mais çr s'attenuera
Car c'est d'un homme plus d'un chien don't j'ai besoin pres de moi
Cesse donc de grogner, mon choix est fait c'est comme çr
N'en fait pas trop, ton attitude risque de t'éloigner de moi
Faut que tu comprennes, puisque tu dis m'aimer tant que çr
Desormais nous sommes trois, lui toi et moi

It's a shaggy kind of story
Would I tell you if I thought it was a lie?
But when the cat's away the mouse will play,
I wouldn't dish around here
There's something fishy round here

I howl all night and I sleep all day
It takes more than biscuit baby to chase these blues away
I've got a long enough leash
I could almost hang myself
It's a dogs life loving you baby
But you love someone else
Now he's moved by basket
I'd like to put him in a casket
I'll wear my best collar to his funeral

Ta mauvaise foi, j'aimerais bien que çr s'arrete
Me separer de toi, aujourd'hui çr trotte dans ma tete
Moi non, j'en peux plus, tu n'est q'un chien, c'est trop bete
La situation m'avait ppourtant l'air d'etre des pius nette
C'est clair, que je l'aime c'est un fait, ton égodsme m'inquicte
Aprcs toutes ces soirées passées seuis en tete r tete
Chaque chose a une fin, et c'est la fin de la fete
Pour toi, car bientôt il n'y aura plus que lui et moi, lui et moi.

To have found this perfect life
And a perfect love so strong
Well there can't be nothing worse
Than a perfect love gone wrong

You said I wasn't just your Christmas toy
I'd always be your boy
I'd be your faithful companion
And I would follow you through every thick and thin
Don't need nobody else
And we don't need him


Tomorrow We'll See

The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their tawdry lustre on the scene
My skirt's too short
My tights have run
These new heels are killing me

My second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night but there's time yet
Here comes john from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But he'll slow down take a look
I've learned to read them just like books
And it's already half past ten
But they'll be back again

Headlights in the rainy street
I check, make sure it's not the heat
I wink, I smile, I wave my hand
He stops and seems to understand
The small transaction we must make
I tell him that my heart will break
If he's not a generous man
I step into his van

The say the first is the hardest trick
After that it's just a matter of logic
They have the money I have the time
Being pretty's my only crime
You ask what future do I see
I say it's really up to me
I don't need forgiving
I'm just making a living

Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night I'll just have to take my chances
And tomorrow we'll see

A friend of mine he wound up dead
His dress was stained the colour red
No next of kin no fixed abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He was home by thanksgiving
But not with the living

Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night I'll just have to take my chances

And no it's just not in my plan
For someone to care who I am

I'm walking the streets for money
It's the business of love, 'hey honey'
C'mon, don't leave me lonely, don't leave me sad
It'll be the sweetest five minutes you ever had

Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night I'll just have to take my chances
And tomorrow we'll see


End Of The Game

The fox has done running
And the beast is at bay
We'd run them in circles
By the end of the day

They chased him through brambles
They chased him through the fields
They'd chased him for ever
But the fox would not yield

And some saw her shadow
On the crest of a hill
When the hounds were distracted
Away from the kill

One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And we'll lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
And be towed by the drag of the moon

We ran through the forest
We ran through the streams
We ran through the heather
'Til we ran in our dreams

You were my lover
And I was your beau
We ran like the river
For what else did we know'

One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon

The dogs are all worn out
And the horses are lame
The hunters and hunted
At the end of the game

Our love was a river
A wild mountain stream
In a tumbling fury
On the edge of a dream

They chased us through brambles
They chased us through fields
They'd chased us forever
But the heart would not yield

When the fox had done running
At the end of the day
I'm ready to answer
I'm ready to pay

And this rivers still running
And time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon


Fill Her Up

Mobil station where I stand
This old gas pump in my hand
My boss don't like me, got a face like a weasel
Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel

Here come a big shot from the city
V8 engine, she runs so pretty
'Fill her up son, unleaded
I need a full tank a gas where I'm headed'

Up in the front seat a pretty red head
'We're going to Vegas we're gonna get wed'
'So fill her up son, don't be staring
That's a real diamond she be wearing'

I'm gonna take my baby one day
I'm gonna fill her up and head west
I'm going find some money all right

See those tail lights heading west
I got no money to invest
I got no prospects, or education
I was lucky getting a job at this gas station

That old cash box on the top shelf
The boss is sleeping, I'll just help myself
Let's consider this as just a loan
I can sort it out later on the 'phone

I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight
I'm gonna fill her up and head west
I'm gonna show her all the bright lights
We're gonna say we lived 'for we come home

And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
It's like I'm walked into a glade of heaven
And there's music playing
This money is cold in my hand
And a voice somewhere is saying
'Why would you wanna take that stolen thing
And What real happiness can bring?'

You're gonna fill her up with sadness
You're gonna fill her up with shame
You're gonna fill her up with sorrow
Before she even takes your name
You're gonna fill her up with madness
You're gonna fill her up with blame
You're gonna live with no tomorrow
You're gonna fill her up with pain
You're gonna fill her up with darkness
You're gonna fill her up with night
You gotta fill her up with Jesus
You gotta fill her up with light

You gotta fill her up with spirit
You gotta fill her up with grace
You gotta fill her up with heaven
You got the rest of life to face

You gotta fill her up the right way
You gotta fill her up with care
You gotta fill her up with babies
You gotta fill her up and swear
You're gonna love that girl forever
You're gonna fill her up with life
You're gonna be a loving husband
She's gonna be your loving wife
You gotta fill her up with gladness
You gotta fill her up with joy
You gotta fill her up with love
You gotta fill her up with love


Ghost Story

I watch the western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying south
It sets me thinking

I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher

I feel the winter come
His icy sinews,
Now in the firelight
The case continues

Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial

The shadows closing round
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire's embers

Why was I missing then
That whole December?
I give my usual line,
I don't remember

Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep
And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow that
I must have loved you'

What is a force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that moves the tide?
Never could find a place to hide

What moves the earth around the sun?
What could I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail
And slowly sinking
Another day begins
And now I'm thinking

That this is indifference
Was my invention
When everything I did
Sought your attention

You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
Of buried treasure

If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confessed
I must have loved you
I must have loved you


Brand New Day

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
Theres 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
Starting up a brand new day

I'm the rhythm in your tune
I'm the sun and you're the moon
I'm a 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, yeah

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
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

It's a brand new day
It's a brand new day
It's a brand new day
It's a brand new day

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