The Dream of the Blue Turtles Album

Artist(s): Sting

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Tracklist

If You Love Somebody Set Them Free

length: 4:16
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
mixer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
engineer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
background vocals: Dolette McDonald and Janice Pendarvis
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting

Free, free, set them free.
Free, free, set them free.
Free, free, set them free.

Free, free, set them free.
If you need somebody, call my name.
If you want someone, you can do the same.
If you want to keep something precious,
Got to lock it up and throw away the key.
You want to hold on to your possessions, don't even think about me.

If you love somebody, if you love someone,
If you love somebody, if you love someone set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them fee.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)

If it's a mirror you want just look into my eyes,
Or a whipping boy, someone to despise.
Or a pris'ner 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, if you love someone,
If you love somebody, if you love someone set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them fee.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)

You can't control an independent heart,
(Can't love what you can't keep)
Can't tear the one you love apart.
(Can't love what you can't keep)
Forever conditioned to believe that we can't live,
We can't live here and be happy with less.
With so many riches, so many souls,
With ev'rything we see that 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,
Got to lock it up and throw away the key.
You want to hold on to your possessions, don't even think about me.

If you love somebody, if you love someone,
If you love somebody, if you love someone set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them fee.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)

(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them fee.
(Free, free, set them free.)
Set them free.
(Free, free, set them free.)

Love Is the Seventh Wave

length: 3:32
producer: Pete Smith and Sting
lead vocals: Sting
mixer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
engineer: Jim Scott and Pete Smith
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
trombone: Frank Opolko
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
In the empire of the senses
You're the queen of all you survey
All the cities, all the nation
Everything that falls your way, I say
There is a deeper world than this that you don't understand
There is a deeper world that 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 overland
Over borders, over frontiers
Nothing will its power withstand, I say
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 that fear, I say
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
I say love is the seventh wave
I say love is the seventh wave
I say love is the seventh wave
I say love is the seventh wave
I say love is the seventh wave
I say love

Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every breath you take with me
Every breath you take, every move you make
Every cake you bake, every leg you break

Russians

length: 3:59
producer: Pete Smith and Sting
lead vocals: Sting
mixer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
engineer: Jim Scott and Pete Smith
arranger: Sting
background vocals: Dolette McDonald and Janice Pendarvis
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
arranger: Sting
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.
MIster Krushchev said, "We will bury you."
I don't subscribe to this point of view.
It'd 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 on 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 we don't believe anymore.
Mister 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.
But what might save us, me and you,
Is if the Russians love their children too

Children's Crusade

length: 5:02
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
engineer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
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

Shadows in the Rain

length: 4:52
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
engineer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
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 an optical illusion
So 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 window pane
Shadows in the rain

We Work the Black Seam

length: 5:43
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
engineer: Jim Scott and Pete Smith
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
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
Deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
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
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
Deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

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
We work the black seam together

Consider Me Gone

length: 4:21
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
engineer: Jim Scott and Pete Smith
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
congas: Eddy Grant
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
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 shelf loads 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

The Dream of the Blue Turtles

length: 1:18
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
engineer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
arranger: Dominic Muldowney
background vocals: Dolette McDonald and Janice Pendarvis
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
Instrumental

Moon Over Bourbon Street

length: 4:01
producer: Pete Smith and Sting
lead vocals: Sting
double bass: Sting
mixer: Jim Scott and Pete Smith
engineer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
arranger: Dominic Muldowney
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
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 never 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 moonlight
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

Fortress Around Your Heart

length: 4:40
producer: Sting and Pete Smith
lead vocals: Sting
engineer: Pete Smith and Jim Scott
background vocals: Janice Pendarvis and Dolette McDonald
guitar: Sting
keyboard: Kenny Kirkland
saxophone: Branford Marsalis
drums (drum set): Omar Hakim
additional synclavier: Danny Quatrochi
bass guitar: Darryl Jones
composer: Sting
lyricist: Sting
Under the ruins of a walled city
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light.
No flags of truce, no cries of pity;
The siege guns had been pounding through the night.
It took a day to build the city.
We walked through its streets in the afternoon.
As I returned across the fields I'd known,
I recognized the walls that I once made.
Had to stop in my tracks for fear of walking on the mines I'd laid.

And if I've 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 the 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 tracks for fear of walking on the mines I'd laid.

And if I've 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 I'd known,
I recognized the walls that I once made.
Had to stop in my tracks for fear of walking on the mines I'd laid.

And if I've 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.