Tour Countdown!

[Philip]

I still can't believe it's true.

[mardee]

DirtyMartini should be en route to Vancouver. But she did leave a little present for this morning.

* * * * * * * * * *

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day;
yet I still can't seem to wrap my head 'round
the reality of this play.

It's been "tomorrow" and "tomorrow"
for more than 30 days;
for more than 20 years
perhaps it's more accurate to say.

Now tomorrow's today is The Tomorrow,
which makes it One Day More today.

In all likelihood as you read this,
this bard's in an airport or on a plane,
trekking to the Northwest
for the ultimate Event Main.

But even after marking all these days
with all these lame-ass verses,
it still seems like any day now,
I'll be surrounded by evil nurses

strapping me down and telling me
I've been making this shit up;
that Stewart never reunited with
that band that had broken up.

Somebody pinch me
so I know I've not cracked up.
After so long of Not A Chance,
it's hard to grasp this whole Thumb's Up.

But when next this faux bard rhymes,
she'll be planted in a foreign land:
The Exotic Land of Lotus, Poutine,
Hockey, and Molson Golden.

And she'll be counting down the hours
til The Police preview their act
cuz Today's Tomorrow's Morrow
marks the day they're Officially Back.

All this giddy makes me dizzy
and has me talking round in circles.
Just be glad I wrote this Friday
cuz Saturday I'll be barely verbal.

No telling what's in store for Sunday;
we'll see what pops into mind
after cabs and planes and Fiction Plane
and hours and hours of sleep deprived.

But be sure to check in Opening Night Day
for a finale that I think/hope you'll enjoy.
(I actually kinda dig Monday's verse
so no point in being coy.)

Until then, get ready to rejoice, my friends;
and Stewart, let your spirit soar.
The waiting is *this* close to being over.
HOT DAMN, JUST ONE DAY MORE!!!

[DirtyMartini]

FYI: Doggerel coming soon.

Time difference here and all.

Be back in a few.

[DirtyMartini]

DirtyMartini reporting for duty,
checking in from Vancouver, B.C.
Forgive me if I’m rather rambly,
due to lack of time and lack of caffeine.

After more than a month of verses
of varying quality and length,
we come to the penultimate one
as the countdown approaches its end.

You’ve all endured these ditties;
I’ve endured Old Lady Perfume in coach;
Stewart’s endured new calluses, new press,
and soon the year of life that’s about to be poached.

No longer, “Will The Police get back together?”
Now the Big Question’s, “What happens after the tour ends?”
I’d imagine such thoughts before The Big Launch
might put a person ‘round the bend.

On thoughts of future face time and new music,
of speculating, we’re all a bit guilty
(absolutely even me)
cuz it’s exciting and romantic to imagine
a future of and with The Three.

But of course, such fantasies rarely
take into account reality;
they’re less What Could Be or Should Be;
more What One Would Love To See.

(Though the blonde guitarist has fueled that fire a wee,
so if you seek a little peace, SC, gag The Andy.)

Cuz when you reach #1, you can beat your drum,
but what happens after you’ve already hit that height?
You beat your drum not for the future but for the journey,
such as this past one from the Stingdom to Fan Club Night.

It’s not about where you may go,
but who you are and what you do while on the flight.

The (Real) Bard said, Present mirth hath present laughter;
so, Stewart, let the present serve as the moor.
For what’s to come is still unsure,
while youth’s a stuff t’will not endure.

It’s not about the young blonde you were
or what posterity’s going to say;
let it be about present mirth
and what is best for Stew Today.

I hope you enjoy one hell of a ride, that you
really get to experience what so well you do.
Yes, you must do it for king, country, wife, kids, fans, mates;
but more than anything, Stewart, do it for Stew.

I hope you find what you may seek,
but in the seeking get to just be you.

Carpe the diem, savor the moment,
even with the FAQ’s of what-comes-after.
Today, Sunday, May 27, 2007, in The Big V, B.C.,
present mirth hath present laughter.

So blaze your trail up to the rafters!
Bask in the electricity of the crowd.
Feel the love, especially from the Copelanders;
we’re the loudest ones with the biggest mouths.

Tomorrow I’ll have a final blow-out
in honor of Opening Night,
but for tonight’s big Fan Club Show
I say thank you, Stew, for not striking me with blight

or the restraining order that’s in order
as a result of all these poems.
Bet you were safer from this lame-ass crap
back in the Good Ol’ Days pre-modem.

But if you’ve actually read these suckers,
I thank your for not striking me dead,
as it’s your right to do here
as the forum’s Big Giant Head.

You do us a great honor
by reading what we've said
and for communicating with us
thoughts from inside your head.

You, Stewart, make us feel like an Us rather than a Them.

So on behalf of All Copelandia, I shout a mighty
WHOOBLOODYHOOOOOOOO!!!
And I thank you for all the hard work and sacrifice
you make to be here today, Stew.

But most all of, I thank you for the absolute honor
of being the Tour Countdown Bard of your site.
It is with swelling pride and excitement, I announce,
THE POLICE
PREVIEW
TONIGHT!!!

[Divemistress of the Dark]

That's all I've got. Just a big, stupid ....

[garyq]

Got the ticket and the wristband!

Just a few hours to go...............
GQ out from Vancouver....

[Divemistress of the Dark]

All right! I'm heading out too, to see Tim Finn, who happily is playing Nashville tonight (happily, so I won't sit home feeling sorry for myself all night. )

Can't wait to hear all about it!!!! Y'all have just gotta post before bed tonight...

[BongoBoy]

Wow.

This is a very surreal time. This is it I guess?....I couldn't imagine how freaky it would feel to be in Vancouver and be the FIRST ones to really hear the new vibe.

Wow.

This is a very surreal time, did I say that?

Wow.

Cheers.

[georgygirl]

I never liked Roxanne song like nowdays...

I am so excited that this tour will begin very soon!

Yeah

The Police will rule the world again...

[georgygirl]

As Stewart said, it will be more new material.

Let's see; let's hear it.

[Divemistress of the Dark]

I'm dying for news! But it's only 8:30 out west, so the guys are probably just now hitting the stage.......



(Tim Finn was great. It very nearly made up for me not being in Vancouver, hearing him play "Six Months in a Leaky Boat" with a terrific backing band.

He did a lot of great solo stuff and one Crowded House song, too...)

[georgygirl]

On the road they will become better and better, you'll see...



Keep On Trucking Rocking !

[DirtyMartini]

(Da na na na)
(bamp bamp)
(Da na na na)
(bamp bamp)

(Da na na na)
Since The Police left us,
(Da na na na)
We'd been forced to move on
(Da na na na)
In finding new music
(Da na na na)
To fill silent eons.

(Da na na na)
They didn't send us no postcard.
(Da na na na)
Didn't sing no swan song.
(Da na na na)
No bottled-up message.
(Da na na na)
Not even Dear John.

(Da na na na)
Though ecstatic to follow
the
Many phases of Stew,
(Da na na na)
Babe, you gotta admit
(Da na na na)
s'hard to shake Police Blues.

(Da na na na)
The Man's danced with giraffes.
(Da na na na)
Scored a soundtrack or two.
(Da na na na)
Done the opera and ballet.
(Da na na na)
Jammed with Trey and Claypool.

(Da na na na)
He's entranced the Italians,
(Da na na na)
taming those savage beasts.
(Da na na na)
Beat rhythms with Clarke.
(Da na na na)
Bitched on the BBC.

(Da na na na)
Is there any thing
(Da na na na)
The Man just cannot do?
(Da na na na)
But even he's gotta admit
(Da na na na)
s'hard to shake Police Blues.

(Da na na na)
That stubborn git Stingo
(Da na na na)
(If you'll forgive me, Stew)
(Da na na na)
Just wouldn't put up
(Da na na na)
Til he'd conquered the lute.

(Da na na na)
Then one day he woke up,
(Da na na na)
"Must call Andy and Stew.
(Da na na na)
Cuz I gotta admit
(Da na na na)
s'hard to shake Police Blues."

(Da na na na)
Just like the krazed fans,
(Da na na na)
Stewart, Sting, and Andy
(Da na na na)
Jonesin' for the stuff
(Da na na na)
To fix this disease.

(Da na na na)
Waking up in the night,
(Da na na na)
Shaking like the DTs.
(Da na na na)
Rocks being The One,
(Da na na na)
But rocks being The Three

(Da na na na)
If for no other reason
(Da na na na)
Than that Krazy Wild Ride
(Da na na na)
Of jamming with Family,
with the
Power of a riptide.

(Da na na na)
Now they've got their own spaceship,
(Da na na na)
Also known as a stage,
(Da na na na)
All shiny and silver
(Da na na na)
Just like Stewart's wild mane.

(Da na na na)
Soon they're blazing the world
(Da na na na)
And incanting their songs.
(Da na na na)
CopeLand's taken bets on
(Da na na na)
What Stew does with his gong.

(Da na na na)
Now the day's finally come
(Da na na na)
When the dream has come true.
(Da na na na)
That Witch Doctor Stew's
(Da na na na)
Come to cure Police Blues.

(Da na na na)
Gonna blow your mind, then
(Da na na na)
Knock you down on your ass.
(Da na na na)
But being more mature now,
(Da na na na)
He'll do so with Some Class:

(Da na na na)
Stew'll keep his little finger
ex-
tended so daintily
while
Exorcising your demons,
(Da na na na)
Like some Lord of Hades.

(Da na na na)
Leapin’ like a jackrabbit
(Da na na na)
‘tween the rack and the kit,
(Da na na na)
The Stew will possess you
(Da na na na)
Into mesmeric fits.

(Da na na na)
With the toms he’ll entrance you,
(Da na na na)
plus the ride and the crash;
(Da na na na)
Every snare shot that hits you
welts
like a whip of the lash.

(Da na na na)
T'ain't nobody safe
(Da na na na)
From the might of The Stew.
(Da na na na)
He don’t need the short-shorts
(Da na na na)
To hypnotize you

(Da na na na)
Cuz that Father of Many's
(Da na na na)
Still got tricks up his sleeve,
(Da na na na)
And no matter what age
(Da na na na)
He's still A Big Tease:

(Da na na na)
Hop you up with his magic,
then
Bring you down to your knees,
(Da na na na)
Rhythms tearing right through you
(Da na na na)
Til you need a gurney.

(Da na na na)
So you best just accept the
(Da na na na)
Damage he'll do to you
(Da na na na)
Cuz it'll hurt so good to
(Da na na na)
Be cured of Police Blues.

(Da na na na)
Opening Night is TONIGHT!!!
(Da na na na)
Who won't shed a small tear?
(Da na na na)
To misquote Jedsoon-Chris,
(Da na na na)
Sweet bejebus,
IT'S
FINALLY
HERE!!!


Ladies and Gentlemen, THE POLICE!!!

[BongoBoy]

Sweet Blues Baby !

"Storm clouds are gonna clear up, put on a Stingo face "

WoHooo !

[Hannaha]

What ARE we gonna do without DM's poetry from now on?
Can we invent some new countdown excuse to force her into continuing somehow?!