K-King of Pain. It seems I have a thing for Sting. It follows that I also enjoy his work with The Police. “King of Pain” is one of my favorite songs. The lyrics offer stark imagery throughout, with all verses depicting tragedy: take, for example, the “black-winged gull with a broken back.” The poetry is gorgeous. The instrumentation is sparse in the beginning: later, the instruments echo the melody of the voice. There is also a lovely crescendo leading up to the last chorus, and you know how I love crescendos. Despite the negative connotations implied by the lyrics, the song becomes surprisingly upbeat. I enjoy exercising (and even dancing) to it.
There’s a little black spot on the sun today. It’s the same old thing as yesterday…
The Police. “King of Pain,” Synchronicity, 1983
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