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Erzählt wird hier die Liebe eines Posaunisten zu einer jungen unwiderstehlichen Frau, die ihn äußerst anziehend findet:<br><br>"There's a sadness in your playing," she said<br>"That penetrates my bones<br>Something in your intonation, something in your tone<br>Always understated, but never overblown<br>My name for you is Sad Trombone<br>Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone."<br><br>Es entsteht eine Liebesbeziehung zwischen den beiden bis zu dem traurigen Ende:<br><br>"She was my morning coffee, the butter on my toast<br>'Til she got a better offer from some outfit on the coast"<br><br>Jetzt passt der Name "Sad Trombone" noch besser zu ihm:<br><br>"Oh, there’s a sadness in my playing now<br>A desperate cry, a moan<br>Something in my choice of notes<br>Something in my tone<br>Sliding to the deepest bass from a lonely baritone<br>I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone<br>I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone<br>It's an old, old story, and one you've probably heard<br>You start out in a major key, then you're down a minor third<br>Aimlessly sliding, sinking like a stone<br>It doesn't get no deeper, than the scraps that you've been thrown<br>But some things they just stay with you, long after they have flown<br>And it always comes back down, to the bone<br>And it always comes back down, to the bone<br>Down to the bone"<br><br>Traurige Geschichte zu einem traurigen Reggae. Sting lotet die Möglichkeiten des Reggae hier auch in Richtung Blues aus.<br>Ein vorzüglich zurückhaltend interpretierter ("...always understated, never overblown") Tribute-Song an das Instrument der Posaune, eine großartige Geschichte erzählt mit wunderschöne Metaphern aus dem Repertoire des Posauenenbläsers...<br>Leuchtende 5 Sterne. | 
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