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The Police - King Of Pain

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Album: Synchronicity
Released: 1983

King Of Pain Lyrics

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in the high tree top
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain.
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the King Of Pain.

There's a little black spot on the sun today, that's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday, that's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top, that's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop, that's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain.
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain.

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall, that's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall, that's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb, that's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, that's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain.
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain.

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt;
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread.

There's a red fox torn by a huntmen's pack, that's my soul up there
There's a black winged gull with a broken back, that's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain.
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain.
King of pain
King of pain, king of pain, I always be king of pain...

Writer/s: SUMNER, GORDON
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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This is a very personal song written by Sting. He had recently separated from his first wife, actress Frances Tomelty, and was not getting along with the other two members of the band.

Sting wrote this in Jamaica at the house where Ian Fleming wrote the James Bond books.

Sting: "I conjured up symbols of pain and related them to my soul. A black spot on the sun struck me as being a very painful image."

He recalled the specific incident and how future wife Trudie Styler inspired the song's title in Lyrics By Sting: "I was sitting moping under a tree in the garden, and as the sun was sinking toward the western horizon, I noticed that there was a lot of sunspot activity.

I turned to Trudie. 'There's a little black spot on the sun today.'
She waited expectantly, not really indulging my mood but tolerant.
'That's my soul up there,' I added gratuitously.
Trudie discreetly raised her eyes to the heavens. 'There he goes again, the king of pain.'"

The Police recorded the Synchronicity album on the Caribbean Island of Monserrat. This was a tough song to record, and the sessions were a bit contentious, as Sting didn't accept most of the suggestions from Andy Summers and Stewart Copeland. The group split up after the album was released.

Weird Al Yankovic recorded a parody of this song called "King of Suede." It's about a guy who is really good at selling suede. (thanks, Cliff - Burkesville, KY)

A 2004 episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation is named for this song. Most of the show's episodes borrow titles from '80s hits.

Alanis Morissette covered this for her MTV: Unplugged album in 1999. It was released as a single but failed to chart in the US or UK (though it was a minor hit in Brazil and the Netherlands).