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Sting: Sacred Love

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: A&M Records
Released: 2003.09.30
Time:
 64:56
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.sting.com
Appears with: The Police
Purchase date: 2003.10.02
Price in €: 14,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Inside (Sting) - 4:47
[2] Send Your Love [feat. Vicente Amigo] - 4:38
[3] Whenever I Say Your Name [feat. Mary J. Blige] - 5:27
[4] Dead Man's Rope (Sting) - 5:43
[5] Never Coming Home (Sting) - 4:59
[6] Stolen Car [Take Me Dancing] (Sting) - 3:58
[7] Forget About the Future (Sting) - 5:12
[8] This War (Sting) - 5:30
[9] The Book of My Life [feat. Anoushka Shankar] - 6:16
[10] Sacred Love (Sting) - 6:03
[11] Send Your Love [Dave Audé Remix] (Sting) - 3:15
[12] Shape of my Heart [Live] (Sting) - 2:18

Bonus Tracks:
[13] Stolen Car [Take Me Dancing] [Radio Version] (Sting) - 3:40
[14] Stolen Car [Take Me Dancing] [B.Recluse Mix feat. Twista] (Sting) - 3:03

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


GORDON MATTHEW "Sting" SUMNER - Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Turkish Clarinet

KIPPER - Keyboards, Programming, Vocals
DOMINIC MILLER - Guitars
JASON REBELLO - Piano, Rhodes
MANU KATCHÉ - Drums
VINNIE COLIUTA - Drums
MARY J. BLIGE - Vocal on [3]
VICENTE AMIGO - Falmenco Guitar on [2]
ANOUSHKA SHANKAR - Sitar on [9]
RHANI KRIJA - Percussion
JEFF YOUNG - Hammond Organ
CHRIS BOTTI - Trumpet
CLARK GAYTON - Trombone
CHRISTIAN MCBRIDE - Double Bass
DAVE HARTLEY - Piano, Choir Arrangements
JOY ROSE - Featured & Background Vocals
LANCE ELLINGTON - Background Vocals
DONNA GARDIER - Background Vocals
KATREESE BARNES - Background Vocals
ADA DYER - Background Vocals
AREF DURVESH - Tabla
JACQUALINE THOMAS - Cello
LEVON MINASSIAN - Darduk
VALERIE DENYS - Castanets
BAHIJA RHAPL - Ethnic Vocals

CHOEUR DE RADIO FRANCE - Choir
PHILIP WHITE - Chorus Master

SIMON OSBORNE - Recording, Mixing
DONAL HODGSON - Pro-Tools, programming Engineer
HOPPS - Assistant Engineer
VICTOR CALDERONE - Additional Production on [10]
Paolo Roversi _ Photography
TAM FIARGRIEVE - Production Manager
RICHARD FRANKEL - Package Design
KATHRYN SCHENKER - Management
MARTIN KIRSZENBAUM - A&R

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2003 CD A&M 000114102
2003 CD A&M 000087236



Sting scored a moderate comeback success greater than most had imagined possible with 1999's Brand New Day, re-establishing himself as a viable commercial artist instead of merely settling for living legend status. Part of this success was due to "Desert Rose," featuring vocalist Farhat Bougallagui's careening cadences that garnered attention, particularly when they were showcased in a car commercial that kicked the album into high commercial gear. Sting picks up on this, adding three guest vocalists to the ten-track Sacred Love album (the 11th track is a remix of the lead single, "Send Your Love" — which happens to be better, since it eliminates the rather annoying Indian-styled hook) — Vincente Amigo and Anoushaka Shankar are paired with Mary J. Blige, who in this context is presented as a world music artist. None of the guests makes much of an impression here, but neither does Sting, since this is an album that puts sound over song or performance. Sacred Love is to Brand New Day what Mercury Falling was to Ten Summoner's Tales — a fussy, overworked stab at maturity, one that has impeccable craft but is obscured by its own meticulousness. It is professional to a fault, using its maturity and preciseness to obscure the fact that the songs don't really work. Sting isn't always hemmed-in, even ending "Inside" with a hysterical rant that makes him seem like a madman, but it has the effect of making the rest of the album seeming too deliberate and far from adventurous. It's far from a bad listen, nor is it embarrassing, but it's entirely too predictable, coming across as nothing more than well-tailored, expensive mood music, which is certainly far less than what Sacred Love could have been.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide
© 1992 - 2003 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



Besonders leicht hat es sich Sting in seiner Karriere nie gemacht. Er war immer ein Künstler, der sich mit den sozialen und politischen Verwerfungen der Welt auf seine sehr eigene Art auseinander gesetzt hat. Auf Sacred Love beschäftigt er sich mit den Auswirkungen des 11. Septembers auf sich selbst und sein künstlerisches Werk. Das Ergebnis dieser Auseinandersetzung präsentiert er nun auf zwölf Songs, die ihn einmal mehr als nachdenklichen Menschen zeigen, der keine billigen Patentlösungen anbietet und sich auch sonst nicht der Rechthaberei verdächtig macht. Sting leidet an der Welt, und das auf ganz spezifische Art, was Songs wie "Forget About The Future" oder die zusammen mit Mary J. Blige eingespielte Soul-Ballade "Whenever I Say Your Name" nahe legen, die auf plastische, zugleich aber auch sehr unterschiedliche Weise seinen Verunsicherungszustand zeigen. In den 20 Jahren zuvor hat Sting sicherlich eine Menge herausragender Alben veröffentlicht, von The Dream Of The Blue Turtles (1985) über Ten Summoner's Tales (1993) bis hin zu Brand New Day (2000). Die emotionale Tiefe von Sacred Love erreicht aber keines dieser Werke. Besonders beeindruckend fällt neben der sehr zurückhaltend instrumentierten Ballade "Dead Man’s Rope", das gemeinsam mit Anoushka Shankar aufgenommene "The Book Of My Life" aus, eine introvertiert vorgetragene Nummer, inspiriert von Stings Arbeit an der eigenen Biografie.

Norbert Schiegl - Amazon.de



Vor zwei Jahren befand sich Sting in einem Gewissenskonflikt, er sollte in seiner Wahlheimat, in der Toskana in Italien, auftreten - und das am 11. September 2001. "Es war das letzte, was ich in diesem Moment tun wollte," sagt er, "aber die Menschen waren aus der ganzen Welt angereist um mich in meinem Garten zu sehen, ich hatte das Gefühl irgend etwas tun zu müssen, ich wollte die Leute nicht alleine lassen." Die ergreifende Intimität dieses Auftritts wurde auf dem Live-Album und der DVD "All This Time" festgehalten, welche kurz darauf veröffentlicht wurden. "Ich habe meine Rolle als Songschreiber überdenken müssen", sagt er. "Über was schreibe ich? Ich wollte nicht konkret über dieses Ereignis schreiben, doch wenn ich mir die Songs anschaue, die ich seitdem geschrieben habe, finde ich in allen diese bedeutungsvolle Stimmung wieder. In der menschlichen Seele hat sich etwas geändert und wir sind alle davon betroffen". Für Sting wird diese Energie mit dem Titel seines neuen Albums, "Sacred Love", zusammengefasst. "Every man, every woman/Every race, every nation/It all comes down to this/Sacred love," singt er in dem aussergewöhnlichen Titelsong. Andere Songs auf dem Album zeigen auf, wie fehlende Liebe zu Selbstbetrug und Verrat, zu irrationaler Angst und katastrophaler Gewalt führen kann. Genau wie das Titelstück, liefert "Send Your Love" ein Gegengewicht zu den dunklen Seiten des kommenden Albums. Im Gegensatz zu fundamentalistischen Verbrechern jeglicher Couleur, die Vergnügen und Spaß schon im Keim ersticken wollen, möchte Sting eine feinfühlige Vision zur Errettung der menschlichen Werte entstehen lassen. "There's no religion but sex and music," singt er zu dem wirbelnden, treibenden Rhythmus des Songs.

Universal Records



Sacred Love arrives over four years on from Brand New Day and demonstrates that Sting--an artist often criticised for serving up slick yet soulless coffee-table precision--is now positively galvanised by soul. Symptomatic of an uncharacteristically intimate co-production job (courtesy of the man himself and Kipper), there's a degree of inclusive warmth here that's occasionally been lacking in his post-Police work. From the busy, insistent verbosity of spiralling opener "Inside", through "Whenever I Say Your Name"--a gospel-tinged, call-and-response collaboration with class-drenched Mary J Blige--and on to the sweeping Iberian soundscapes of "Send Your Love", Sacred Love compounds Sting's reputation as an authoritative singer-songwriter of incredibly broad stylistic scope. Elsewhere, "This War" kicks along in a reasonable approximation of rock, "The Book of My Life" strokes its spiritual chin as Anoushka Shankar noodles dexterously upon an atmospheric sitar, and "Stolen Car" stretches credence to beyond reasonable limits as superannuated Sting tries on a little joy-riding for size. So there it is: a Sting album with everything, including moments of unexpectedly spectacular 5.1 Surround Sound, a clumsily unfortunate dance mix and a little bit of soul.

Ian Fortnam - Amazon.co.uk



Sting has been so famous for so long and done so much -- the Police, the rain forest, the tantric sex (or was it?), the luxury-car commercial -- he has become easy to undervalue as purely a musician. The radiant Sacred Love is a vivid and frequently gorgeous reminder that Gordon Sumner is first and foremost a talented singer-songwriter. Sting clearly studied at the hyperintelligent, musically ambitious school of Paul Simon and Joni Mitchell, but he has consistently infused his postgraduate work with something his own: a wide-open global consciousness combined with a cool British reserve. Sacred Love, the follow-up to 1999's Brand New Day, finds Sting in a soulful mood. "Send Your Love" pulsates like some twenty-first-century take on classic Stevie Wonder or Marvin Gaye, with a taste of "Desert Rose" for extra flavor. The gospel-tinged love song "Whenever I Say Your Name" finds Sting trading lines effectively with the Queen of Hip-hop Soul, Mary J. Blige. Sting and co-producer Kipper have smartly stripped back the polished wall of sound that has sometimes swamped Sting's solo work. The characteristically literate "This War" rocks as convincingly as anything Sting has done since back when Stewart Copeland was keeping his time. In spots -- such as the sleekly trance-y "Never Coming Home" -- Sacred samples some of the strengths that made the Police so arresting in the first place. Sting seems like a man focused on the future but drawing more freely upon his past with heart and soul. Sacred or profane, that's hard not to love.

DAVID WILD
RS 933 - October 16, 2003
© Copyright 2003 RollingStone.com



Ehrlicher Gutmensch, selbstgefälliger Jet-Setter, Pop-Idol mit Tendenz zum Seelen-Striptease und einem Vermögen von 225 Millionen Euro im Rücken. Es gibt unterschiedliche Meinungen über den mittlerweile 52jährigen Sting und nicht immer steht seine musikalische Potenz im Mittelpunkt des Urteils. Er ist ein weltlicher Pop-Prediger, ein stilvoller Songschmied mit Hang zum Prätentiösen. "Sacred Love" gibt neue Einblicke in das Seelenleben des Künstlers. Er zitiert neben seinen eigenen Versen wieder einmal lässig Shakespeare und die Bibel und das übergreifende Thema ist die Natur der Liebe. Romantische, erotische und spirituelle Liebe als ein und dasselbe - ein Gebet, eine Danksagung. Die Liebe als transzendentale Macht. Sting's üppig produzierte Musik weist erneut einen handwerklichen Standard auf, der nur mit Superlativen beschrieben werden kann. Können und Musikalität gibt es im Überfluss, Perfektionismus gepaart mit intellektuellem Anspruch und dabei doch auch nach modernen Popkategorien durchaus mehrheitsfähig. Das Leben wird metaphorisch zu einem Buch mit immer neuen Kapiteln und Handlungssträngen - Ende offen. Fazit - wo Sting draufsteht ist auch Sting drin. Gute Taten, gute Gedanken, gute Musik - das ist für manchen vielleicht zuviel des Guten. Doch eines ist klar: viel besser als bei Sting wird Popmusik in diesen Zeiten nicht.

Harald Mönkedieck, 29. September 2003
Radio Bremen, Online-Redaktion



Wenn wirklich ernsthaft in der Musik-Industrie jemand das Interesse daran haben sollte, DVD-Audio und SACD irgendwann einmal wirklich groß im Markt zu etablieren, dann ist es zunächst erforderlich, nicht nur "alte Kamellen" auf einem neuen Medium zu veröffentlichen, sondern man benötigt vor allem viele "Day and Date"-Veröffentlichungen, also ein paralleles DVD-Audio/SACD-Release zur CD-Veröffentlichung. Bei Stings neuestem Album gab man der SACD sogar einen Vorsprung von einer Kalenderwoche vor der CD. Zudem kostet die SACD nicht deutlich mehr als die CD und ist sogar eine Hybrid-SACD mit einem eigenen CD-Layer, so dass man das Album auch auf jedem CD-Player abspielen kann. Neue Fans wird Sting mit diesem Album nicht unbedingt gewinnen. Man benötigt schon ein Faible für Stings Crossover aus Pop, Jazz und seit einiger Zeit auch etwas orientalischer Klänge, um sich überhaupt in diese Musik hineinzuhören. Wie bei vielen seiner Alben gibt es auch auf dieser neuen CD viele Songs, an die man sich erst einmal gewöhnen muss. Enttäuschend ist trotz Kenntnis der bisherigen Musik von Sting aber der Mangel an wirklich eingängigen Melodien, für die man sich spontan begeistern kann. Am ehesten gelingt dies noch im Ansatz bei der Single-Auskopplung "Send your Love", aber wirklich spontan mitreißende und exotische Songs wie "Desert Rose" vom letzten Album findet man auf dieser CD nicht. Die vielen Rhythmuswechsel innerhalb der Songs und verspielte Zwischensequenzen wirken mehr verstörend als melodisch und vielfach sind die Lieder auch schon wieder vorbei, bevor sie überhaupt richtig auf den Punkt gekommen sind. Die meisten Songs sind eher ruhige Stücke mit gemächlicher Melodie. Selbst wenn auf dieser CD kein Song ist, der einen beim Hören spontan zum Kauf dieses Albums animieren könnte, so gibt es aber doch mit "Send Your Love", "Never Coming Home", "Stolen Car" und "The Book Of My Live" immerhin vier Songs, an denen man nach mehrmaligen Reinhören wirklich Gefallen finden kann. Quasi als Bonus-Tracks findet man auf dieser CD auch noch eine Live-Version von "Shape Of My Heart" sowie den "Dave Aude Remix" von "Send Your Love", der zwar dem Song etwas mehr Drive gibt, aber doch etwas zu sehr nach 08/15-Techno klingt. Wie eigentlich alle Sting-Alben bietet auch "Sacred Love" wieder einen hervorragenden Klang. Die einzelnen Instrumente erklingen sehr sauber und präzise. Dies ist Musik, bei der man sich wirklich noch auf einzelne Instrumente und deren Zusammenwirken konzentrieren kann, weil sich hier auch nichts zu sehr in den Vordergrund drängt. Die Dynamik ist gut, weil die Songs meist doch eher etwas ruhiger Natur sind, bekommt man hier aber auch keine sensationellen Pegelsprünge geboten. Sting, der zu den wenigen Prominenten Künstlern gehört, die bereits auf DTS-Multichannel-CDs (u.a. "Brand New Day") gesetzt haben, hat zwar auf dieser SACD auch einen Mehrkanalmix untergebracht. Dieser ist aber vergleichsweise dezent abgemischt. Man registriert ein räumliches Klangbild mit diffusem Sound, in dem nur vereinzelte kleine Musikelemente deutlich ortbar wiedergegeben werden. Der Focus liegt eindeutig auf dem Frontbereich, wo die dominanten Instrumente und der Gesang aus den Hauptlautsprechern erklingen. Die Surroundkanäle werden wirklich hörbar nur für vereinzelte Musikeffekte genutzt, die zwar nicht sonderlich spektakulär sind, aber vor allem durch die ausgezeichnete Präzision ihrer Höhenwiedergabe positiv auffallen. Im Vergleich mit eben jener bereits erwähnten "Brand New Day" DTS-CD, die eine enorme Dynamik und einen exzellenten Mehrkanal-Mix bietet, klingt dieses neue Album allerdings etwas gezähmt. Trotzdem strahlt die Mehrkanalversion zumindest eine ambiente Räumlichkeit aus, die gegenüber dem reinen Stereo-Mix einen Vorteil bietet.

Karsten Serck - 26.09.2003



Stings letzte Platte war ja ausgerechnet am 11. September 2001 entstanden. An dem Tag hatte der ehemalige Bassist von Police in die Toskana geladen, wo der Live-Mitschnitt "All This Time" entstand. Die furchtbaren Ereignisse in New York konnte damals noch niemand einordnen, sie bewirkten allenfalls eine besonders intensive Stimmung. Auf Stings neuem Album "Sacred Love" aber ist der Einfluss der Terroranschläge allgegenwärtig. "Ich wollte nicht konkret über dieses Ereignis schreiben, doch wenn ich mir die Songs anschaue, die ich seitdem geschrieben habe, finde ich in allen diese bedeutungsvolle Stimmung wieder. In der menschlichen Seele hat sich etwas geändert und wir sind alle davon betroffen, egal ob Amerikaner oder Engländer, ob Christen oder Moslems. Wir sind von einer bestimmten Energie erfasst worden und wir müssen heraus bekommen, was es genau ist", sagt Sting über die Lieder von "Sacred Love". Der Titel des neuen Albums gibt die Richtung vor, es kann natürlich nur die Liebe sein, eine heilige wenn möglich, die die Menschen eint und rettet: "Every man, every woman, every race, every nation, it all comes down to this sacred love", heißt es im Titelsong. Und auch in allen anderen Tracks ist das Thema gegenwärtig, geht es in den Lyrics einmal nicht explizit und die Liebe, dann doch zumindest um das Fehlen derselben. Passend zum Thema nähert sich Sting musikalisch dem Soul, was sich in "Whenever I Say Your Name" mit Mary J. Blige am Mikro in schöner Münze auszahlt: selten war ein Duett derart liebevoll arrangiert, selten haben zwei so grundverschiedene Stimmen so innig miteinander harmoniert. Die Ballade fällt allerdings etwas aus dem Rahmen, die anderen Stücke erinnern eher an die melancholischen und schön ausgearbeiteten Popsongs mit Jazz- und oder Swing-Einschlag von "The Dream Of The Blue Turtles". Dabei zeigt Sting wenig Berührungsängste. So profitiert das mit spanischer Gitarre und Kastagnetten eingeleitete "Send Your Love" bald von flotten Rhythmen, die auch von Paul Simons Graceland-Projekt stammen könnten. Leicht exotische Klänge und Instrumente, immer unterlegt von einem tiefschwarzen Synthie-Bass, machen auch den Reiz von Songs wie "Stolen Car" oder "The Book Of My Life" aus, während "This War" sehr gitarrenlastig daher kommt. In "diesem Krieg" hat die ansonsten allgegenwärtige esoterische und "bedeutungsvolle" Stimmung einmal Pause, und wer hätt's gedacht: das ist überaus erholsam.

© 1998-2003 LAUT AG
 

 L y r i c s


INSIDE

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she'll never hurt me
Inside the winter's creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land

Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world's still burning

Inside my head's a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow's fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army's in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call

Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling
Outside the flood won't wait
Outside they're hammering down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation.

Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me
Inside my eyes deny their sight, you'd never find me in this place
Inside we're hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows
Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face

Outside the walls are shaking
Inside the dogs are waking
Outside the hurricane won't wait
Inside they're howling down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire at the end of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
The pain of instruction
Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation,
Love is annihilation.

I climb this tower inside my head
A spiral stair above my bed
I dream the stairs don't ask me why,
I throw myself into the sky

Love me like a baby, love me like an only child
Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild
Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal son
Love me like a sister, love me like the world has just begun
Love me like a prodigy, love me like an idiot boy,
Love me like an innocent, love me like your favorite toy
Love me like a virgin, love me like a courtesan,
Love me like a sinner, love me like a dying man.

Annihilate me, infiltrate me, incinerate me, accelerate me,
mutilate me, inundate me, violate me, implicate me,
vindicate me, devastate me

Love me like a parasite, love me like a dying sun
Love me like a criminal, love me like a man on the run

Radiate me, subjugate me, incubate me, recreate me, demarcate me,
educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me, conjugate me, impregnate me,
designate me, humiliate me, segregate me, opiate me, calibrate me,
replicate me


SEND YOUR LOVE

Finding the world in the smallness of a grain of sand
And holding infinities in the palm of your hand
And Heaven's realms in the seedlings of this tiny flower
And eternities in the space of a single hour

Send your love into the future
Send your love into the distant dawn

Inside your mind is a relay station
A mission probe into the unknowing
We send a seed to a distant future
Then we can watch the galaxies growing

This ain't no time for doubting your power
This ain't no time for hiding your care
You're climbing down from an ivory tower
You've got a stake in the world we ought to share

You see the stars are moving so slowly
But still the earth is moving so fast
Can't you see the moon is so lonely
She's still trapped in the pain of the past

This is the time of the worlds colliding
This is the time of kingdoms falling
This is the time of the worlds dividing
Time to heed your call

Send your love into the future
Send your precious love into some distant time
And fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing
Send your love
Send your love

There's no religion but sex and music
There's no religion but sound and dancing
There's no religion but line and color
There's no religion but sacred trance

There's no religion but the endless ocean
There's no religion but the moon and stars
There's no religion but time and motion
There's no religion, just tribal scars

Throw a pebble in and watch the ocean
See the ripples vanish in the distance
It's just the same with all the emotions
It's just the same in every instance

There's no religion but the joys of rhythm
There's no religion but the rites of Spring
There's no religion in the path of hate
No prayer but the one I sing

Send your love into the future
Send your precious love into some distant time
And fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing
Send your love
Send your love

There's no religion but sex and music
There's no religion that's right or winning
There's no religion in the path of hatred
Ain't no prayer but the one I'm singing

Send your love
Send your love


WHENEVER I SAY YOUR NAME

Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Whenever your memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Wherever I lay me down, wherever I put my head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
I'm calling out your name

Whenever those dark clouds hide the moon
Whenever this world has gotten so strange
I know that something's gonna change
Something's gonna change

Whenever I say your name, Whenever I say your name, I'm already praying, I'm already praying
I'm already filled with a joy that I can't explain
Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying

Whenever this world has got me down, whenever I shed a tear
Whenever the TV makes me mad, whenever I'm paralyzed with fear
Whenever those dark clouds fill the sky, whenever I lose the reason why
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Whenever the sun refuse to shine, whenever the skies are pouring rain
Whatever I lost I thought was mine whenever I close my eyes in pain
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
I'm calling out your name

Whenever this dark begins to fall
Whenever I'm vulnerable and small
Whenever I feel like I could die
Whenever I'm holding back the tears that I cry

Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face
I'm already praying
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I'm forced to lie awake and have to weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying

Whenever I say your name,
No matter how long it takes,
One day we'll be together

Whenever I say your name,
let there be no mistake
that day will last forever


DEAD MAN'S ROPE

A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
And as days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes
I just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand years

Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,

If you're walking to escape, to escape from your affliction
You'd be walking in a great circle, a circle of addiction
Did you ever wonder what you'd been carrying since the world was black?
You see yourself in a looking glass with a tombstone on your back

Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain

All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space

Now I'm suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope
Yes I've been walking, now I'm hanging from a dead man's rope
With Hell below me, and Heaven in the sky above
I've been walking, I've been walking away from Jesus' love

Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain

All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space

The shadows fall
Around my bed
When the hand of an angel,
The hand of an angel is reaching down above my head

All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
Now I'm walking in his grace
I'm walking in his footsteps
Walking in his footsteps,
Walking in his footsteps

All the days of my life I will walk with you
All the days of my life I will talk with you
All the days of my life I will share with you
All the days of my life I will bear with you

Walk away from emptiness, walk away from sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away from anger, walk away from pain
Walk away from anguish, walk into the rain.


NEVER COMING HOME

Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers

There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him
And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer

There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor
And you're torn if you should leave him with a number

And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away
Because too many of his promises got broken on the way
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you tell him that you're never coming home

She starts running for the railway station praying that her calculation's right
And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night
A place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day
She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better

The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella
And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her
There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today
She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her

Now in her imagination she's a million miles away
When too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home
She told him she was never coming home

I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head
I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie
It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know
I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better

I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor
It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face
I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late
I'm almost done and then I see the letter

In his imagination she's a universe away
Too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home

I'm gonna live my life
And she told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life in my own way


STOLEN CAR (TAKE ME DANCING)

Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street
There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade
It only takes a moment, don't be afraid
I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
I'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car
So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
And we drive into the night

Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination
And I picture myself in this different situation
I'm a company director, two kids and a wife
I get the feeling that there's more to this one's life
There's some kind of complication, he tells her he's alone
Spends the night with his lover, there's a trace of her cologne
And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near
Start ringing in my ear

Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
You promised one day we could its, what you said on the phone
I'm just a prisoner of love always hid form the light
Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight

I imagine his wife, she don't look nothing like a fool
She picks the kids up form some private school
She remembers what he told her, he was late and worked alone
But there's more than a suspicion in this lingering cologne
And the kid's just won't be quiet and she runs a traffic light
And she drives into the night

Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
You promised one day we could it's what you said on the phone
I'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight

So here am I in a stolen car at a traffic light
They go form red to green and so I just drive into the night

Please take me dancing tonight I've been all on my own
You promised one day we could it's what you said on the phone
I'm just a prisoner of love always hid from the light
Take me dancing, please take me dancing tonight


FORGET ABOUT THE FUTURE

I know we got some history
We got some issues that we need to solve
But is it really such a mystery?
It's just the way that the world evolves
Let me ask your forgiveness baby
My heart is ever full of sorrow
We got to move into the future maybe
And think about a new tomorrow

She said you know I used to love you baby
But you're thinking way too fast
So forget about the future
And let's get on with the past

So they called a 'nited nations summit
To negotiate for peace on earth
And it may be idealistic baby
But I know what peace of mind is worth
Everybody aired their grievances
And they threw away the suture
They opened up all the wounds of the past
As they failed to find their way to the future

They said we'd better check the weather chart
Before we tie our colors to this mast
It's just too hard thinking about the future baby
So let's just get on with the past

She said we'd better check the horoscope honey
Just in case this feeling wasn't meant to last
It's just too hard thinking about the future
So let's just get on with the past

How many times you ever hear me say
I'm as flawed as any other human being?
There simply has to be a different way
And a whole new way of seeing
Are we doomed by all our history?
Is our love really beyond repair?
It's getting close to midnight baby
And we ain't got time to spare

Just when I think I'm home and dry
And she's given up the fight
There's an unmistakable optimism
In romantic music and candlelight
There's this lingering perfume
The merest ghost of the past
She says wait a minute baby
You're moving way too fast
We'd better check the weather chart
Before we raise this mast
We'd best consult our horoscope
In case this feeling wasn't meant to last
Let's just forget about the future
And get on with the past


THIS WAR

You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is all compassion
But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram

Yet you always made a profit baby
If it was a famine or a feast

Yes, I'm the soul of indiscretion,
I was cursed with x-ray vision,
I could see right through all the lies you told,
When you smiled for the television

And you can see the coming battle
You pray the drums will never cease
And you may win this war that's coming
But would you tolerate the peace?

Investing in munitions
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags, guns and body bags

Your daddy was a businessman
And it always made good sense
You know the war can make you rich my friend
In dollars, pounds and cents

In the temple that was Mammon's
You were ordained the parish priest
Yes you may win this coming battle
But could you tolerate the peace?

Invest in deadly weapons
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags
You're invested in oppression
Investing in corruption
Invest in every tyranny
And the whole world's destruction

I imagine there's a future
When all the earthly wars are over
You may find yourself just standing there
On the white cliffs of Dover

You may ask, what does it profit a man
To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul?
Is that your body you see on the rocks below
As the tide begins to roll?

And you invested in this prison
From which you never got released
You may have won this war we're fighting
But would you tolerate the peace?

There's a war on our democracy
A war on our dissent
There's a war inside religion
And what Jesus might have meant

There's a war on mother nature
A war upon the seas
There's a war upon the forests
On the birds and the bees

There's a war on education
A war on information
A war between the sexes
And every nation

A war on our compassion
A war on understanding
A war on love and life itself
It's war that they're demanding

Make it easy on yourself
And don't do nothing


THE BOOK OF MY LIFE

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life


SACRED LOVE

Take off those working clothes
Put on these high heeled shoes
Don't want no preacher on the TV baby
Don't want to hear the news

Shut out the world behind us
Put on your long black dress
No one's ever gonna find us here
Just leave your hair in a mess
I've been searching long enough
I begged the moon and the stars above
For sacred love

I've been up, I've been down
I've been lonesome, in this godless town
You're my religion, you're my church
You're the holy grail at the end of my search
Have I been down on my knees for long enough?
I've been searching the planet to find
Sacred love

The spirit moves on the water
She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter
She's rising up like a river in flood
The word got made into flesh and blood
The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook
Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book
Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal
Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real
So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies
When I looked up could I trust my eyes?
All the saints and angels and the stars up above
They all bowed down to the flower of creation
Every man every woman
Every race every nation
It all comes down to this
Sacred love

Don't need no doctor, don't need no pills
I got a cure for the country's ills
Here she comes like a river in flood
The word got made into flesh and blood
Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill
But if you don't love her your best friend will

All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above
It all comes down, it all comes down
It all comes down to love,

Take off your working clothes
Put on your long black dress
And your high heeled shoes
Just leave your hair in a mess

I've been thinking 'bout religion
I've been thinking 'bout the things that we believe
I've been thinking 'bout the Bible
I've been thinking 'bout Adam and Eve
I've been thinking 'bout the garden
I've been thinking 'bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life
I've been thinking 'bout forbidden fruit
I've been thinking 'bout a man and his wife

I been thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout
Sacred love, sacred love…


SEND YOUR LOVE

(Dave Audé Remix)


SHAPE OF MY HEART (LIVE)

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 the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the 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 the 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
That's not the shape, 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 smile are lost

I know that the spades are the 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
That's not the shape of my heart

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