Another suburban family morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies We can't hear anything at all Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all her suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take Many miles away Something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen like Cheap tarts in a red light street But all he ever thinks to do is watch And every single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch Many miles away Something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish loch Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break He sees the family home now looming in his headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache Many miles away There's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake Many miles away, many miles away
Another suburban family morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies We can't hear anything at all Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all her suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, But all he ever thinks to do is watch, And every single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch Many miles away something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish loch Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache Many miles away there's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away Many miles away
The song and the instrumentals make me want to cry but I don't know what for. A giant lump just appears in my throat, and I get emotional.
Andy took what Sting wrote and made it sound like FABRIC. 🔥🔥 It's a damn opera. A perfect prog pop song
For sure one of the best and funnest instrumentals ever,feel sorry for who ever don't get to experience this vibe
Summers really killed it with the guitar on this track.
My favorite Police song!!!!
This instrumental version could've been used to the end credits to an 80's sitcom.
..or adventure series/movie.
Love the nylon guitar on the meedle
Thanks, didnt catch that right away
Que maravilla..los 3 son unos crack!!!
Sounds awesome! One of my favorites of all time;
When music had balls...now it's campfire musak...
Excellent, Perfect...!!!
amazing job guys, thanx!
lmao amazing 3 young dudes are playing this, it's just that grove that catches you and you think "WTF is this!!!" awesome!!
Obra de arte
Sting is singing in my head
God I love this type of stuff
Bellissima anche così, il finale è anche meglio.
Que Fuerte ma Gool💥💥💋
excelente
GREAT! 💥
The quality is immaculate, where was this found???
Wouuuu!!! where did you find these?!
wonderful !!!
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like
Cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away
There's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles away
Ready to make Karaoke, thanks a lot!.
the lyrics are simply great, for me: one of the best songs of all time
Beat me to it cuz lol
Really nice!!
The guitar riff is just ace....
It's spot on
It's like a long version of Falcon Fighter from Southern Cross, which is this song without lyrics. Very cool.
Can you make one for the first part tho synchronicity 1
Tocar el cielo con las manos ...
Just love this
Yooohohooooooo
🟦🟨🟥 synchronicity
Wow people actually disliked it are they serious
They're just pissed off because Sting ain't singing!!!
@@jedbozza8234 yeah they probably thought he didn't turn up or something 😂
The 15 sec ads are a joke -
They symbolise the din of the Rice Krispies and are an integral part of the piece.
😎😎😎
another suburban family mornirng...
Grandmother screaming at the wall...
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away