Sting. com > Lyrics : Synchronicity IILyrics. Synchronicity IIAnother suburban family morning. Grandmother screaming at the wall. We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies. We can't hear anything at all. Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration. But we know all her suicides are fake. Daddy only stares into the distance. There's only so much more that he can take. Many miles away. Something crawls from the slime. At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake. Another industrial ugly morning. The factory belches filth into the sky. The Sting II is a 1983 film sequel to The Sting. Directed by Jeremy Kagan and written by David S. Ward, the author of the original movie, it stars Jackie Gleason, Mac Davis, Teri Garr, Karl Malden and Oliver Reed. No one from the original film's cast returns.Bitte beachten Sie, dass Tickets immer nur f Combine flour, yeast, 2 tablespoons sugar, salt, 3/4 cup milk, and 3 tablespoons butter or margarine. Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface. Knead until smooth and elastic, about 15 to 20 minutes. Place in a well greased bowl, and cover. The Sting Regie George Roy Hill Producent Tony Bill Michael Phillips Julia Phillips Scenario David S. Ward Hoofdrollen Paul Newman Robert Redford Robert Shaw Muziek Marvin Hamlisch Montage William Reynolds Cinematografie Robert Surtees Distributie. String Figures: The Collections of Harry Smith Catalogue Raisonn He walks unhindered through the picket lines today. He doesn't think to wonder why. The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street. But all he ever thinks to do is watch. And every single meeting with his so- called superior. Is a humiliating kick in the crotch. Many miles away Something crawls to the surface. Of a dark Scottish lake. Another working day has ended. Only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. Contestants in a suicidal race. Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance. He knows that something somewhere has to break. He sees the family home now looming in the headlights. The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. Many miles away There's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore. Of a dark Scottish lake. Many miles away, many miles away.
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