I knew that Sting was a piece of shit, but I didn’t know to what extent:
Everybody knows that the song is a stalker manifesto written by Sting to intimidate his ex-wife. It doesn’t sound like “a comforting love song” to anybody but weirdos of Sting’s ilk. The song is creepy, the tune is obnoxious and banal. And the attempt to use this evidence of Sting’s infantile self-involvement as a statement on governmental surveillance is pathetic.
And now, thanks to reading the stupid linked article, I will have Sting’s nasty little jingle ringing in my ears all day long.

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