Sting

sting mixes rock, r&b and rap seamlessly. it was written about a relationship that just wouldn’t seem to end – the kind that keeps coming back to disrupt your current thing and that fills the gaps before your next thing. thankfully, these days are behind me. tim dwelle, a fellow songwriter and friend, tripped out when he first heard this – remarking about the reference to rae caruth. i may be the only person ever to put caruth in a song! another friend, anthony saracini, gets a kick out of how the last verse lyrics resolves the sitch once and for all. i really enjoy performing this song live. it becomes a bit too dramatic for some (so i’ve heard) but i think that’s what makes for a better performance!

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sting

reading your digits through the glass
i wish that i could hear the melody
but i could still measure up that ass
funny how lost i find myself
whenever she stands in front of me
i leave my wits upon the shelf

why do you bring up history?
dumb
how i cling to this theory
how can i free my mind of blistering
when you just sting me
you sting me with your misery?

tearing the sheets up off my bed
believe me
i’ve tried to crack her code
instead i just let her give me head
funny how lost i find myself
whenever she empties out them drawers
i watch her run her fingers through my wealth

why do you bring up history?
dumb
how i cling to this theory
how can i free my mind of blistering
when you just sting me
you sting me with your misery?

bread of the earth child
instead of a dirt pile
and stuffing more pages
in your really-been-hurt files
let’s separate the reasons
the teasings of the seasons
and find a way to get on down to pleasing
how many ways can a brother adore you?
how many ways can a sister ignore dude?
how many prays can the heavens endure through
before a lover gotta score anew
am i getting through to you
betting true to blue
should i let the lions in my zoo
pursue the truth?
am i new to sleuth
in a telephone booth
would i hella-bone you
would i rae caruth?
will i stay aloof
with a golden tooth?
will i raise a roof?
will i playa-proof?
can i haze my mind with my vermouth?
can i lays my wand upon you?
poof
if i can make this go away
if i can love you more each day
if i could fake this more i’d day
that this is crazy shit
let’s try another play
hmmm
how?
better move on now
letter to the widow
of the never-been-sold-out
these last few months i’ve searched
now hold up
don’t you pitch that tent
fold up
trace that glitch
erase your hard drive
waste that bitch
before she scars five
place that itch
on trigger
go live
hmmm
yeah
sounds like a plan there
you sure of the fan fare?
it sounds like a man dare
you miss this girl
you want this girl
you flaunt this girl
you haunt this girl
aw man
fuck it
hurl

when day i will awaken in the morn
and she will have left me nothing
at least i had the sense
to film some porn
funny how free i’ll find myself
whenever i sell it on the web
knowing i could save
somebody else

why do you bring up history?
dumb
how i cling to this theory
how can i free my mind of blistering
when you just sting me
you sting me with your misery?