I saw the Police last night. It was a mostly fantastic concert. (Stadium acoustics leave a little bit to be desired when you are in the nosebleed seats.) The best song, by far, was Walking in Your Footsteps, with Stewart Copeland all over the place with great percussion, including a gong as big as he was. I can’t believe three old guys play that well together and can make that much beautiful music with no backup singers or studio musicians.
Here are the lyrics. I wonder if the next civilization on Earth will be filling SUVs with fuel made from our bones? Still relevant today:
Fifty million years ago
You walked upon the planet so,
Lord of all that you could see
Just a little bit like me,
Walking in your footsteps,
Walking in your footsteps.
Walking in your footsteps,
Walking in your footsteps.
Hey Mr. Dinosaur
You really couldn’t ask for more.
You were God’s favorite creature,
But you didn’t have a future,
Walking in your footsteps,
Walking in your footsteps.
Walking in your footsteps,
Walking in your footsteps.
Hey there mighty brontosaurus
Don’t you have a message for us.
You thought your rule would always last
There were no lessons in your past.
You were built three stories high
They say you would not hurt a fly
If we explode the atom bomb,
Would they say that we were dumb.
Walking in your footsteps,
Walking in your footsteps.
Walking in your footsteps,
Walking in your footsteps.
Fifty million years ago
They walked upon the planet so
They live in a museum
It’s the only place you’ll see ‘em.
Walking in your footsteps
They say the meek shall inherit the earth….
They say the meek shall inherit the earth….
Walking in your footsteps
Oh, Sting, how I love you still.