Mark Knopfler - Metroland (1999) by Mark Knopfler (보컬) on maniadb.com

Strolling along minding my own business
Well, there goes a girl and a half
She's got me going up and down
She's got me going up and down

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

Well I've got the notion girl that you've got some suntan lotion in that bottle
of yours
Spread it all over my pealing skin bady, that feels real good.

All this skirt,
Lapping up the sun,
Lap me up,
Why don't you come on and
Lap me up

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

Well there goes another one just lying down on the sand dunes
I better go take a swim and see if I can cool down a little bit
Coz you and me woman, we got a lot of things on our minds (you know what I mean)

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

Will you just take a look over there. Where ? There.
Is she trying to get out of that clitoris ?
Liberation for women, that's what I preace. (Preacher man)

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

Oh shit, there goes the charabang
Looks like I'm going to be stuck here the whole summer
Well, what a bummer!
I can think of a lot worse places to be
like down on the streets
Or down in the sewer
Or even on the end of a skewer

Down on the beaches
Just looking at the peaches
Down on the beaches
Just looking at the bodies
Down on the beaches
Just looking at the sun glasses
Down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches
Down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches
Down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches
Down on the beaches

Um hum um hum um hum um humm
Um hum um hum um hum um humm
Um hum
Um hum
Um hum um hum um hum um humm

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 the music ring

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh 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
But then 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
And the Sultans... Yea the Sultans that play Creole ...Creole

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

Yearning we were yearning
Green light blinding on the rail
Burning we were burning
And the line unwinding to the Holy Grail
To the future gleaming on a blue horizon
And a golden girl on golden sand
Dreaming fantasizing
In another world from Metroland

I've danced in rain and I've been Django
And I've got laid
I've been a rolling stone
I've been Verlaine
And I've been Rimbaud
Not afraid to walk alone
And now I take my midnight ramble
Do I fold or play what's in my hand
What's at stake and what's the gamble
Do I stay in Metroland

Dreams yesterday's laughter
Ghosts and lovers come back to play
But dreams have a morning after
And run for cover
In the light of day
I got something real worth holding on to
I can belong to and understand
I've made my deal
I will go on to
Make my peace with Metroland