Sting, Shaggy - Sad Trombone lyrics
Orville Burrell
[Sting, Shaggy - Sad Trombone lyrics]
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
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