"Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)" as written by and Sting....
Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take my fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you'll still know nothing 'bout me

Run my name though your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pore over everything in my C.V.
But you'll still know nothing 'bout me
You'll still know nothing 'bout me

You don't need to read no books on my history
I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love

Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home
Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
You'll still know nothing 'bout me


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"Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)" as written by Sting

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    General CommentThis song is always telling me that some people may think they know him or you or me but they really don't. No matter what you do or say you really don't know me as well as you think.
    chris14799on February 11, 2005   Link
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    General CommentOf course this could have been directed to someone else but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was pointing his finger at you. Like you would have cared ... You started out telling me that you knew him oh so well but you said he was some seven years older than he really was and that he played the drums. And me, being the flake, didn't even know you were putting me on. You were really getting off on making me look silly and I couldn't help it--I had to look silly. I found this song unnerving. It was like he was saying, Al is making such a fool of you. And it could have been that. From "Pure Love" by Zucchero and Delores O'Riordan.."this is the strangest feeling ...something I can't control... do I play the fool for you?" Guess so.
    sillybunnyon July 14, 2006   Link
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    General Comment[Sting]: It's a tongue in cheek, lightheartedly saying, "Well, you've heard the songs. Y'know - Nothin' 'bout me!" I think it's hard to know someone. I think to know someone really well you have to actually love them. And you have to love them for their good points and their bad points. So you have to live with them, really. You know, I, I, I, I've been the victim of a lot of amateur psychoanalysis and yet the only person, people who really know me are, are my family, y'know? And, and they seem to, to put up with me, so.
    sillybunnyon August 26, 2006   Link
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    General Comment[Sting]: Nothing 'Bout Me (1994) was the track I finished the last album with. It's a tongue-in-cheek reaction to all the amateur psychology I'm subjected to whenever I put an album out. Listeners figure they can work you out through the songs. And they probably can. I'm not sure it suits my purpose to be so transparent though, so this is my attempt at diverting that. It's supposed to be a funny song. I make no bones about my debt to black American music of the Sixties. It led me on to jazz and a lot of other things. I went from the Beatles to Motown to Jimi Hendrix to Miles Davis. Then I joined the Police which was another diversion in my life.
    sillybunnyon August 28, 2006   Link
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    General CommentShe was a good looking doll
    I stood there like a jerk
    And in fact—got drink-drunk that night
    I was hit by the proprietor
    Breaking up a fight
    Before I had a chance to decide to hit him back
    (which I didn’t do …)
    I was out on the street
    I tried to rush back in
    But they had locked the door
    And were looking at me through the forbidden glass in the door
    With faces like undersea
    I should have played with her

    So there I am—in dawn—in my dim cell
    My mind whirls with life!
    Oh well, anyway, I’ll be learning
    Eventually—to like the railroad
    And Lily will like me someday and anyway
    Another day—another dollar
    I get embarrassed thinking what all the people
    In the world are gonna say to see a man running
    So devilishly fast—just to catch a goddam train
    Then I think to myself—what the fuck?
    Why should I give a shit what they think?

    Kerouac (paraphrased
    sillybunnyon September 16, 2006   Link

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