Sting Worst Lyrics Ever

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Sorry to hear about Sting. He's fine, really. Just a bit pompous and overblown...and this, of course, is the hard part about sticking with any artist for a long time. When the aurora of fame and success begins to fade, the critics move in...and they pick and pick until they crack that nut and leave the deconstructed works lying around in pieces.

But fear not! The next stage is nostalgia, when Sting (and all others like him) will be restored not just to their original glory but to something even brighter and more spectacular. They will speak for lost generations. They will be discovered anew.

Who was is that said, "A classic is a book that doesn't go out of print."?

Long may "Fields of Grain" find a listening ear....long may "Roxanne" be downloaded on iTunes or its future equivalent. Long, long, long may Sting lay a sweet yogic fucking on his pliant wife...may they clear six, seven, even TEN hours of uninterrupted copulation. When I wake in the deep watches of the night, it's comforting to think that somewhere, at that very moment, Sting is laying the pipe. And laying the pipe. And laying the pipe. Counting Sting's pelvic thrusts, I am borne back into the sweet arms of Morpheus.