13
May

 

a stanza of innocently foreboding prose (swathed in a brilliant beat, no less) courtesy of good ol’ Gordon Sumner:

“There’s no religion / but sex and music
There’s no religion / but sound and dancing
There’s no religion / but line and color
There’s no religion / but sacred trance

 

There’s no religion / but the endless ocean
There’s no religion / but the moon and stars
There’s no religion / but time and motion
There’s no religion / just tribal scars….”

 

— from Sting‘s 2003 smash “Send Your Love”

 

Coming soon: the mission statement hits a (roughly) thrilling crescendo.

 

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