© of Winslie Gomez
Watched Sting on Jonathon Woss, (sorry Ross) last night. No idea what channel, just happened to sit down with a glass of Rioja. The interview was a good bit of banter, Woss Style.
It’s the song ” Shape of My Heart” that got my attention.
The chord phrasing was just beautiful. Like the repetitive sound of gentle lapping at the waters edge of a Scottish Loch, surrounded by granite hills and of course, “.. a loaf of bread and thou beside me” borrowed from;
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse–and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
“How sweet is mortal Sovranty!”–think some:
Others–”How blest the Paradise to come!”
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;
Oh, the brave music of a distant Drum!
– Omar Khayyam
You may not know that Sting used to be a maths teacher and the words of the song reflect that magical alchemy of numbers and the illusion of life. No wonder it was covered by so many others from Back Street Boys to Sugababes etc.
Watch the video, courtesy of Newplayrock. And Wow! Thank You.
STING Sings
“Shape Of My Heart”
He deals the cards, as a meditation
And those he plays, never suspect
He doesn’t play, for the money he wins
He don’t play for respect
He deals the cards, to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden laws of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs, 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 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
For those who speak know nothing
But find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear 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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