New wave (nueva ola) es un término global para varios estilos pop/rock de fines de la década de 1970 y mediados de la década de 1980, con vínculos con el punk y ciertos géneros del rock de los años 1970. Inicialmente, al igual que con el posterior rock gótico, la new wave se mantuvo prácticamente análogo al post-punk antes de ramificarse como un género distintamente identificado (aunque la new wave apareció primero que el post-punk), incorporando música electrónica, experimental, mod, disco y pop. Posteriormente engendró subgéneros y fusiones, incluyendo new romantic y rock gótico.
Gordon Matthew Sumner, (nacido el 2 de octubre de 1951), más conocido por su nombre artístico Sting, es un músico inglés anteriormente bajista, cantante y líder del grupo musical The Police.
Sting nació el 2 de Octubre de 1951 en Wallsend (Newcastle, Inglaterra). Hijo de un lechero, fue educado en la religión católica. Desde temprana edad supo que quería ser músico. Asistió a la Universidad de Warwick en Coventry, aunque no llegó a titularse. Desde 1971 y hasta 1974, asistió a una escuela universitaria de magisterio. Tiene un hermano, Phil, y dos hermanas, Anita y Angela. Su primera novia se llamó Stephanie.
This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It's hard for us to understand
We can't give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunnelled inside the nation's soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is
carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You can't exchange a six inch band
For all the poison streams in Cumberland
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is
carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
Our concious lives run deep
You cling onto your mountain while we sleep
This way of life is part of me
There is no price so only let me be
And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is
carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together