Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sad Trombone, artist - Sting. Album song 44/876, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Record label: A&M, Interscope Records;
Song language: English
Sad Trombone |
From way back here on the bandstand |
She looked like a goddess in the lights |
At some point in the set she’d turn her face and glance my way most nights |
I’d take a little solo, I’d play for her, she’d smile, return the favor |
I’d make the sweetest love to her with every semiquaver |
«There's a sadness in your playing,"she said |
«That penetrates my bones |
Something in your intonation, something in your tone |
Always understated, never overblown |
My name for you is Sad Trombone |
Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.» |
It seemed like she’d found the secret key to my soul |
And gathered up my broken life and somehow made me whole |
We’d share a room together, my bandmates were all green |
And they warned me 'bout some story in a movie they’d all seen |
«There's a sadness in your playing,"she said |
«That penetrates my bones |
Something in your intonation, something in your tone |
Always understated, never overblown |
My name for you is Sad Trombone |
Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.» |
Now when the light goes out and the music stops and the curtains close |
That’s when your heartbeat race |
Sadness on your face, and you can’t take no more |
I see you searching for your smile |
We haven’t seen that in a while |
Now when the light goes out and the music stops and the curtains close |
That’s Sad Trombone |
We never made much money, the ticket counts were light |
We’d count the bars until we reached some hotel for the night |
She was my morning coffee, the butter on my toast |
'Til she got a better offer from some outfit on the coast |
Oh, there’s a sadness in my playing now |
A desperate cry, a moan |
Something in my choice of notes |
Something in my tone |
Sliding to the deepest bass from a lonely baritone |
I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone |
I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone |
It’s an old, old story, and one you’ve probably heard |
You start out in a major key, then you’re down a minor third |
Aimlessly sliding, sinking like a stone |
It doesn’t get no deeper, than the scraps that you’ve been thrown |
But some things they just stay with you, long after they have flown |
And it always comes back down… to the bone |
And it always comes back down… to the bone |
Down to the bone |
Down to the bone |