Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000) by Dire Straits (보컬) on maniadb.com

Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline

Well, near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out a-wild and cold
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder

Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When she's walking by the river or the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline

High and dry in the long hot day
Lost and lonely every way
Got the flats all around me sky up above
Yes I need a little water of love

I've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
Crying out for some soothing rain
I believe I have taken enough
Yes I need a little water of love

Water of love deep in the ground
But there ain't no water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It's gonna carry that water of love to me

There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high
Just a-waiting for me to die
If I don't get some water soon
I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon

Water of love deep in the ground
But there ain't no water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It's gonna carry that water of love to me

Once I had a woman I could call my own
Once I had a woman now my woman she gone
Once there was a river now there's a stone
You know it's evil when you're living alone

Water of love deep in the ground
But there ain't no water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It's gonna carry that water of love to me

(Carry that) water of love deep in the ground
But there ain't no water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It's gonna carry that water of love to me

You say I'm the greatest bound for glory
Well the word is out and I learned
I got the latest side of the story
You're pulling out before you get burned

Well your hands are squeezing me down to the bone
I never saw you breaking no law
Stands to reason I've got to leave you alone
What you taking me for

You're setting me up to put me down
You're just making me out to be your clown
You're just setting me up to put me down
You better give it up (give it up) yeah give it up
Quit your messing around

You think I care about your reaction
You think I don't understand
All you wanted was a piece of the action
Now you talk about another man

You're setting me up to put me down
You're just making me out to be your clown
You're setting me up to put me down
You better give it up (give it up) give it up
Quit your messing around

Your six blade knife - do anything for you
Anything you want it to
One blade - breaking my heart
One blade - tearing me apart
Your six blade knife - do anything for you

You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
Come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin
Took a stone from my soul when I was lame
Just so you could make me tame yes
You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin

I wanna be free of that thing - I don't want it no more
I'd like to be free of it now - mm I don't want it no more

Everybody got a knife it can be just what you want it to be
A needle a wife or something that you just can't see

Six blade knife keep you strong
Yes and it'll do me wrong
Your six blade knife - do anything for you
Do anything - anything
Anything

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home
Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home
Boy got to be moving
Seems like the boy is bound to roam

So every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne
Every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne
I get the same old feeling
Every time I'm moving down the line

Southbound again last night I felt like crying, like crying
Southbound again last night I felt like crying
Right now I'm sick of living
But I'm going to keep on trying, keep on trying

You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowing that sound
Way on down south, way on down south, London town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind, he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes, and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans they play Creole
Creole

And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing"

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz

Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London, yes, and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He couldn't be, no he couldn't be in the gallery
No no in the gallery

And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who's going to be, who's going to be in the gallery
In the gallery

No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures they're coming down from the tree
So he's going to be, yeah he's going to be in the galle-galle-galle-gallery
In the gallery

Harry made a bareback rider
A bareback rider

Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans
Checking out the movies and the magazines
Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar
I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me talking I wanna marry you
This is seventh heaven street to me
Don't you seem so proud
You're just another angel in the crowd
And I'm walking in the wild west end
Walking in the wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend

Now my conductress on the number nineteen
She was a honey (she was a honey)
Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money
Greasy greasy greasy hair easy smile
She made me feel nineteen for a while
I went down to Chinatown
In the backroom it's a man's world
All the money go down
Duck inside the doorway duck to eat
Just saying oh
You and me we can't beat
Walking in the wild west end
Walking in the wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend

And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
I feel alright seeing her
Do that stuff
She's dancing high I move on by
The close ups can get rough
When you're walking in the wild west end
Walking walking walking in the wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend

Walking walking

Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals
Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.

Church bell clinging on just a-trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
They're all in the station praying for trains
Congregation late again
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he give her a fright
He's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight.

Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there's hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home
Then she's reading about a swing to the right
But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions
Thinking about the lions
What happened to the lions tonight.
Tonight tonight

Thinking about the lions

Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Yes it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
It's still gonna get you if you don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course
Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force
Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Mother Mary your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Who's protecting the innocenti
Heap big trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guess once upon a time in the west

Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Once upon a time in the west

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah but I won't play to lose

He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat
He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street

And she tell him that he's crazy
She's a-saying hey baby
I'm your wife
Yeah she tell him that he's crazy
For gambling a-with his life

But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive

And she tells him that he's crazy
Yes she's saying listen baby
I'm your wife
Yeah she tell him that he's crazy
For gambling with his life

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah but I won't play to lose

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news

Where d'ya think you're going
Don't you know it's dark outside
Where d'ya think you're going
Don't you care about my pride
Where d'ya think you're going
I think a you don't know
You got no way of knowing
There's really no place you can go

I understand your changes
A-long before you reach the door
I know where you think you're going
I know what you came here for
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where d'ya think ya going
I think you better go with me girl

You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
If you ain't with me girl
You're gonna be without me

Where d'ya think you're going
Don't you know it's dark outside
Where d'ya think you're going
I wish I didn't care about my pride
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where d'ya think ya going
I think you better go with me girl

We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to a wall
He's incummunicado
No comment to make
He's saying nothing at all

Yeah but in the communique
You know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money he made
Maybe he be saying something else

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Well now the rumours are flying
Speculation rife
They say that he's been trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone

Then we get the story
The serious piece
And a photography a taken in the hall
And you don't have to worry with the previous release
Right now he's saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he mean
Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Communication

Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the TV
Yeah, she had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hairfell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
She had all her brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You talked to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hairfell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Yes and your rich old man
You know he'd call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a jazz singer

Just the way that her hairfell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want you just the same as the

Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And lady writer on the TV
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And lady writer on the TV

Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight
I got the dragon at noon, yes and won the fight
Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised
Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know he's honest

Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Sweet angel

Well now it's too late for talkin', we can talk later on
Let the saxaphone play us till the chorus of dawn
And I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection
Well now here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don't want your money, I want you instead
Don't need rejection yeah

Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight
Well, if you cross your heart
And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother
You gotta get into it, you gotta
Tell me that I'm more than a lover

Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight
A-give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight

Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight
A-give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight

Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes

And yes her jeans are tight now
She gonna travel light now
She got to tear up all her roots now
She got the turn up on the boots now

She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows

Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
My portobello belle

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers

Yeah, the blind man singing the Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her

Yeah, she thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows

Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
My portobello belle

Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there's a rhino
She get the crying of a wino

And then she get the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower

Oh, belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
Oh, but she don't care about your window box
Or your button hole

Yes, and she sing a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle

Portobello belle

Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls away in the night
Little Gypsy Moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and the sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She's just a lying there in silent pain
He lean on the tourist rail

A mother and her baby and the College of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves

Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
The single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

He's up on the bridge on the self-same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning but there's one green light
And a man on a barge of sand

She's a gonna slip away below him
Away from things he's done
But he just shouts, "Hey man what you call this thing?"
He Could have said "Pride of London"

On a night when the lazy wind is wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long they been slaughtering upon the stone.
Share out the meat
Yeah you really like to eat,
Come on, woman, come, follow me home.

Oh well the priest, he cried
'Virgin ascending to the skies tonight'
All day long I've passed my time alone.
When the church bell rung
Stayed out on the tower in the dying sun
Now come on, woman, come, follow me home.

Well I don't need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes, I share the feast
So drink up more wine, yes, and a song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight, clear as the day,
Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home.