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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Calling elvis - is anybody home
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling elvis - is anybody home Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling elvis - is anybody home Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
last time I was sober, man I felt bad
worst hangover that I ever had it took six hamburgers and scotch all night nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'cos if you wanna run cool if you wanna run cool if you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel my life makes perfect sense lust and food and violence sex and money are my major kicks get me in a fight I like dirty tricks 'cos if you wanna run cool yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel my chick loves a man who's strong the things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong hey, that's why I wrote this song I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead when my ugly big car won't climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'cos if you wanna run cool if you wanna run cool yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchens deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchens deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
there's gotta be a record of you some place
you gotta be on somebody's books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case it's a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
there's gotta be a record of you some place
you gotta be on somebody's books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case it's a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
For the usual fee - plus expences
Confidential information - it's in a diary This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery an reason - there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation private investigation |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
For the usual fee - plus expences
Confidential information - it's in a diary This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery an reason - there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation private investigation |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that Anyway what you gonna do about it? Juliet the dice were loaded from the start And I bet and you exploded in my heart And I forget I forget the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? Come up on different streets they booth were streets of shame Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? I can't do the talk like they talk on tv And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you I can't do anything except be in love with you And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat and bad company All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme Julie I'd do the stars with you any time Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsuss serenade Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Narrator:
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a street light, steps out of the shade Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?" Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack" He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that" Anyway, what you gonna do about it? Romeo: Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, And I bet, then you exploded in my heart, And I forget, I forget, the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame, Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same, And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? Well you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah Now you just say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him" Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die" There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? I can't do the talk like the talk on the TV And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat, the bad company And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Narrator: And a lovestruck Romeo he sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade And says something like, "You and me babe, how 'bout it?" Romeo: "You and me babe, how about it?" |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Well now take a look at that
I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were slim How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live on solid rock Wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid rock Well I'm sick of potential I'm sick of vanity now I'm sticking to essential reality now I don't know what's worse Try to make a silk purse Living an illusion in confusion Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid rock You know a house of cards Never built for shock You could blow it down in any kind of weather Now you take two solid rocks two solid blocks You know they're gonna stick Yeah they're gonna stick together oh-oh Yeah because the heart that you break That's the one that you rely on The bed that you make That's the one you gotta lie on When you point your finger cos your plan fell through You got three more fingers pointing back at you yeah Gonna live on solid rock I'm gonna live on solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid Rock rock solid rock Rock rock solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid Rock rock solid rock Rock rock solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid solid solid solid rock Solid rock Solid rock |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow
One step forward and it's back to go You're standing on the throttle You're standing on the brakes In the groove 'til you make a mistake Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad Because you're gonna know lonely And you're gonna know bad When you're rippin' and a ridin' and you're coming on strong You start slippin' and a slidin' and it all goes wrong, because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all One day you got the glory One day you got none One day you're a diamond And then you're a stone Everything can change In the blink of an eye So let the good times roll Before we say goodbye, because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story Hand me down my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah the boy can play Decidation devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in the trouble and the strife You do the walk, you do the walk of life |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Will you and your friend come around
Are you and your friend gonna get on down Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna let me down If you talk to one another I'm a hungry man Let me know one way or the other So I can make my plans Will you and your friend come around Are you and your friend gonna get on down Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna let me down I relive the situation Still see in in my mind You got my imagination Working overtime |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Will you and your friend come around
Are you and your friend gonna get on down Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna let me down If you talk to one another I'm a hungry man Let me know one way or the other So I can make my plans Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna get on down Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna get on down I relive the situation Still see it in my mind You got my imagination Working overtime Baby, baby Oh baby |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis and the whores Are only taking calls for cash I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick My door was standing open Security was laid back and lax But it was only my heart got broken You must have had a pass key made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane And you never did have the inteligence to use The twelve keys hanging off my chain I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Now it's past last call for alcohol Past recall has been here and gone The landlord finally paid us all The satin jazzmen have put away their horns And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But not all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis and the whores Are only taking calls for cash I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick My door was standing open Security was laid back and lax But it was only my heart got broken You must have had a pass key made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane And you never did have the inteligence to use The twelve keys hanging off my chain I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Now it's past last call for alcohol Past recall has been here and gone The landlord finally paid us all The satin jazzmen have put away their horns And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But not all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick |
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I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from The Piano And The Song (2004)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Calling Elvis - is anybody home
Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone All right Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
You walk out on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Narrator:
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a street light, steps out of the shade Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?" Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack" He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that" Anyway, what you gonna do about it? Romeo: Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, And I bet, then you exploded in my heart, And I forget, I forget, the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame, Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same, And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? Well you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah Now you just say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him" Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die" There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? I can't do the talk like the talk on the TV And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat, the bad company And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Narrator: And a lovestruck Romeo he sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade And says something like, "You and me babe, how 'bout it?" Romeo: "You and me babe, how about it?" |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me Now where are you when the sun goes down You're so far away from me You're so far away from me So far I just can't see You're so far away from me You're so far away from me All right I'm tired of being in love and being all alone When you're so far away from me I'm tired of making out on the telephone 'Cause you're so far away from me You're so far away from me You're so far I just can't see You're so far away from me You're so far away from me All right And I get so tired when I have to explain When you're so far away from me See you've been in the sun and I've been in the rain And you're so far away from me You're so far away from me You're so far I just can't see You're so far away from me You're so far away from me Check it out So far away You're so far away from me (You're so far) All right (You're so far) Yes, you're so far away from me |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
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" |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Yeah sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light She had a ticket for the races yeah just like me she was a victim of the night I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this It's just a cake walk twisting baby yeah step right up and see Hey mister give me two give me two now cos any two can play And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love whoa-oah love Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig Money for muscle and a another girl I dig Another hustle just to just to make it big And rockaway rockaway Oh rockaway rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Yeah girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Check it out She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on this world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love love On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades In any shooting gallery where promises are made To rockaway rockaway Rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
We're going on a holiday now
Gonna take a villa, a small chalet On the Costa del Magnifico Where the cost of living is so low Yeah, we're gonna be so neat Dance to the Eurobeat Yeah, we're gonna be so cool Twisting by the pool Sitting in a small cafe now Swing, swing, swingin to the cabaret You wanna see a movie, take in a show now Meet new people at the disco Yeah, we're gonna be so neat Dance to the Eurobeat Yeah, we're gonna be so cool Twisting by the pool And we can still get information Reading all about inflation And you're never gonna be out of reach There's a call-box on the beach Mmm, you're gonna look so cute Sunglasses and bathing suites Be the baby of my dreams Like the ladies in the magazine Yeah, we're gonna be so neat Dance to the Eurobeat Yeah, we're gonna be so cool Twisting by the pool I'm a twisting fool Just twisting, yeah twisting Twisting by the pool |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here come Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnel trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah the boy can play A dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife And he do the walk, he do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny gonna tell you the story Hand me down my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah the boy can play A dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife Then he do the walk, he do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here come Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnel, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah the boy can play A dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life Mmm, you do the walk of life |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles Prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis, most of the whores Are only taking calls for cash Mmmm, I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Well now my door was standing open Security was laid back and lax But it was only my heart got broken You must have had a passkey made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane And you never did have the intelligence to use The twelve keys hanging off my chain Mmmm, I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Now it's past last call for alcohol Past recall has been here and gone The landlord he finally paid us all The satin jazzmen have put away their horns And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left Mmmm, I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick |
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from Victory - The World Champions [omnibus] (2002)
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story Hand me down my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah the boy can play Decidation devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in the trouble and the strife You do the walk, you do the walk of life |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
One two one two three four
She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she come out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do anything to reach her And she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah she call me just to talk Well she's my lover she's a friend of mine Says hey mister d'you wanna take a walk In the wild west end sometime And I get trouble with my breathing When she says boys don't know anything But I know what I want (I want 'o tell you something) Yes I want everything Cos she was made in heaven And heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Yes heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love See I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah you know I feel so good cos I feel so good And I feel so good cos it feels so right I was made to go with my girl Just like a saxophone was made to go with the night Take it take it She can raise one eyebrow Put her hand on my hip And I close one eye now Sweat on her lip oh Oh and I surrender to the fever And I surrender to the will of the night She love me so tender I got to believe her Love? Huh! Expresso love's alright Cos she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl My my my my No well I don't want no sugar in it No thank you very very very All wired up on it all fired up on it Expresso touch Hey maestro expresso now Hey maestro she said expresso now It's just another one just like the other one It's just another one just like the other other one Oh hey maestro expresso now I say hey maestro expresso now Just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
The sky is crying the streets are full of tears
Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of wine If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to As you'd sleep I'd think my heart will break in two I'd kiss your cheek I'd stop myself from waking you But in the dark you'd speak my name You'd say baby what's wrong? Oh here I am baby I'm coming back for more I'm like the wave that's got to roll into the shore Yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong? If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Supposed to be Now you and me go parallel together and apart And you keep your perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart Did you never feel the distance You never tried to cross no line 'Cause it's another dirty river and another dirty scar And I don't know who's kissing you and I don't know where you are So far from home don't you think of me some time If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Well sky is crying see the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay They're not afraid now A disco bar in Germany Les boys are glad to be Upon parade now Les boys got leather straps Les boys got SS caps But they got no gun now Get dressed up get a little risque Got to do a little s & m these days It's all in fun now Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Well now they get the jokes that the d.j. makes They get so nervous and they make mistakes They're bad for business Some tourist take a photograph (take a photograph) Les boys don't get one laugh He says they're useless Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Late at night when they've gone away Les boys dreams of Jean Genet High heel shoes and a black beret And the posters on the wall that say Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys do cabaret |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
Narrator:
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a street light, steps out of the shade Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?" Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack" He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that" Anyway, what you gonna do about it? Romeo: Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, And I bet, then you exploded in my heart, And I forget, I forget, the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame, Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same, And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? Well you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah Now you just say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him" Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die" There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? I can't do the talk like the talk on the TV And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat, the bad company And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Narrator: And a lovestruck Romeo he sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade And says something like, "You and me babe, how 'bout it?" Romeo: "You and me babe, how about it?" |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
I seen a girl on a one-way corridor
Stealing down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the roller girl, she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fear alone at night, she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight, and the music's playing loud Hallelujah, here she comes, queen rollerball And enchante, what can I say, don't care at all You know, she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only, only one No fear alone at night, she's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones are tight, and the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She likes to read their lips She says, "toro, toro, taxi, see ya tomorrow, my son" I swear, she let a big truck graze her hip Aw, she got her own world in the city, yeah You can't intrude on her, no, no, no, no She got her own world in the city The city's been so rude to her No fears alone at night, she's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones so tight, and the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a rollerball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway, that's all Skateaway Sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Now, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey She's singing sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Oh, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
Well now take a look at that
I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were slim How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live on solid rock Wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid rock Well I'm sick of potential I'm sick of vanity now I'm sticking to essential reality now I don't know what's worse Try to make a silk purse Living an illusion in confusion Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid rock You know a house of cards Never built for shock You could blow it down in any kind of weather Now you take two solid rocks two solid blocks You know they're gonna stick Yeah they're gonna stick together oh-oh Yeah because the heart that you break That's the one that you rely on The bed that you make That's the one you gotta lie on When you point your finger cos your plan fell through You got three more fingers pointing back at you yeah Gonna live on solid rock I'm gonna live on solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid Rock rock solid rock Rock rock solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid Rock rock solid rock Rock rock solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid solid solid solid rock Solid rock Solid rock |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Yeah sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light She had a ticket for the races yeah just like me she was a victim of the night I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this It's just a cake walk twisting baby yeah step right up and see Hey mister give me two give me two now cos any two can play And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love whoa-oah love Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig Money for muscle and a another girl I dig Another hustle just to just to make it big And rockaway rockaway Oh rockaway rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Yeah girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Check it out She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on this world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love love On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades In any shooting gallery where promises are made To rockaway rockaway Rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Calling Elvis - is anybody home
Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone All right Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
I wonder where you are tonight
You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight In gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you always had the knack Fade to black I bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger round the rim of his glass Run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back Fade to black Well maybe it's all for the best But I wish I'd never been lassooed Maybe it's some kind of test But I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to hell and back Fade to black |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
How long, how long baby
How long has it been How long you gonna keep me wondering How long before you see Stallin' me was wrong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Slappin' my hands away How long you gonna keep my love at bay How long before you're sure My love is strong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Tellin' me you like me fine How long until I'm gonna make you mine How long before you wake up And find your good man gone - how long Gone - how long Gone - how long |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
With all the clarity of dream
The sky so blue, the grass so green The rank and file and the navy blue The deep and strong, the straight and true The blue line they got the given sign The belts and boots march forward in time The wood and leather club and shield Swept like a wave across the battlefield Now with all the clarity of dream The blood so red, the grass so green The gleam of spur on chestnut flank The cavalry did burst upon the ranks Oh the iron will and the iron hand In England's green and pleasant land No music for the shameful scene That night they said it had even shocked the queen Well alas we've seen it all before Knights in armour, days of yore The same old fears and the same old crimes We haven't changed since ancient times |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Well this is my back yard - my back gate
I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart - ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby - just wait That's a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze Portable hammock honey - who needs trees It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Check out the shingles - it's brand new Excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you Hey everybody - let me give you a toast This one's for me - the host a-with the most Yeah It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' It plays "America the Beautiful" and "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" Boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book Here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit Ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook Let me show you honey - it's easy - look You take a fork and you spike 'em - say, did you try these? So glad you like 'em - the secret's in the cheese It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Now don't talk to me about the polar bear Don't talk to me about the ozone layer Ain't so much of anything these days, even the air They're running out of rhinos - what do I care? Let's hear it for the dolphin - let's hear it for the trees Ain't running out of nothing in my deep freeze It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please Oh yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yes at my parties Yeah I thought you'd like that Hmm that's nice At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Standin' on the corner
Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream Inside of my suit I got my mojo root And a true love figurine For the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans Now I'm tryin' to find my way Through the rain and the steam I'm lookin' straight ahead through the screen And then I heard her say Somethin' in the limousine 'Bout takin' a ride across the planet of New Orleans If she was an ace And I was just a jack And the cards were never seen We could have been the king and queen But she took me on back to her courtyard Where magnolia perfume screams Behind the gates and the granite Of the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans The planet of New Orleans |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow
One step forward and it's back to go You're standing on the throttle You're standing on the brakes In the groove 'til you make a mistake Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad Because you're gonna know lonely And you're gonna know bad When you're rippin' and a ridin' and you're coming on strong You start slippin' and a slidin' and it all goes wrong, because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all One day you got the glory One day you got none One day you're a diamond And then you're a stone Everything can change In the blink of an eye So let the good times roll Before we say goodbye, because Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're going to lose it all |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
I can see what you're looking to find
In the smile on my face In my peace of mind In my state of grace I send what I can To the man from the ministry He's a part of heaven's plan And he talks to me Now I send what I can to the man With the diamond ring He's a part of heaven's plan, yeah And he sure can sing Now it's all I can afford But the lord has sent me eternity It's to save the little children In a poor country I got my ticket to heaven And everlasting life I got a ride all the way to paradise I got my ticket to heaven And everlasting life All the way to paradise Now there's nothing left for luxuries Nothing left to pay my heating bill But the good lord will provide I know he will So send what you can To the man with the diamond ring They're tuning in across the land To hear him sing I got my ticket to heaven And everlasting life Got a ride all the way to paradise I got my ticket to heaven And everlasting life All the way to paradise All the way to paradise |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
If we can't get along we oughtta be apart
And I'm wondering where'd you get that cold, cold heart Set me free - sign my release I'm tired of being the villain of the piece You been givin' me a bad time Tell me what'd I do How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you Sayin' things that you didn't have to How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you You only get one life - this I know I wanna get my licks in now before I go The fire of love is dead and cold I gotta satisfy the hunger in my soul And you been givin' me a bad time Tell me what'd I do How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you Sayin' things that you didn't have to How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you If we can't get along we oughtta be apart And I'm wondering where'd you get that cold, cold heart Set me free - sign my release I'm tired of being the villain of the piece You been givin' me a bad time Tell me what'd I do How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you Sayin' things that you didn't have to How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Will you and your friend come around
Are you and your friend gonna get on down Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna let me down If you talk to one another I'm a hungry man Let me know one way or the other So I can make my plans Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna get on down Will you and your friend come around Or are you and your friend gonna get on down I relive the situation Still see it in my mind You got my imagination Working overtime Baby, baby Oh baby |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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. |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 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 making me out to be your clown You're just setting me up to put me down You better 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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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" |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
One two one two three four
She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she come out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do anything to reach her And she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah she call me just to talk Well she's my lover she's a friend of mine Says hey mister d'you wanna take a walk In the wild west end sometime And I get trouble with my breathing When she says boys don't know anything But I know what I want (I want 'o tell you something) Yes I want everything Cos she was made in heaven And heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Yes heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love See I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah you know I feel so good cos I feel so good And I feel so good cos it feels so right I was made to go with my girl Just like a saxophone was made to go with the night Take it take it She can raise one eyebrow Put her hand on my hip And I close one eye now Sweat on her lip oh Oh and I surrender to the fever And I surrender to the will of the night She love me so tender I got to believe her Love? Huh! Expresso love's alright Cos she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl My my my my No well I don't want no sugar in it No thank you very very very All wired up on it all fired up on it Expresso touch Hey maestro expresso now Hey maestro she said expresso now It's just another one just like the other one It's just another one just like the other other one Oh hey maestro expresso now I say hey maestro expresso now Just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
The sky is crying the streets are full of tears
Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of wine If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to As you'd sleep I'd think my heart will break in two I'd kiss your cheek I'd stop myself from waking you But in the dark you'd speak my name You'd say baby what's wrong? Oh here I am baby I'm coming back for more I'm like the wave that's got to roll into the shore Yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong? If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Supposed to be Now you and me go parallel together and apart And you keep your perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart Did you never feel the distance You never tried to cross no line 'Cause it's another dirty river and another dirty scar And I don't know who's kissing you and I don't know where you are So far from home don't you think of me some time If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Well sky is crying see the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell There's leaking in the washroom there's sneak in personnel Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze 'Goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?' The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease There's panic on the switchboard tongues are tied in knots Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots Some blame the management some the employees And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks Innocence is injured experience just talks Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees That these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse Philosophy is useless; theology is worse History boils over there's an economics freeze Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease' Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here You've got smokers cough from smoking brewer's droop from drinking beer I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest Come back and see me later - next patient please Send in another victim of Industrial Disease' I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks Two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be wrong There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says 'They wanna have a war to keep their factories They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease' Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons' The other one's out on hunger striker he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease? |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
I hear the seven deadly sins
And the terrible twins came to call on you The bigger they are baby The harder they fall on you And you you're always the same You persevere on the same old pleasure ground Oh and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down You had no more volunteers So you got profiteers for to help you out Well, with friends like that babe Good friends you had to do without And now they've taken the chains and the gears From off your merry-go-round Oh and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down And your new Romeo Was just a gigolo when he let you down See the faster they are babe The faster they get out of town Leaving makeup stains and the tears of a clown Yes and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down Oh you were just a roller coaster memory I don't know why I was even passing through I saw you making a date with destiny Yeah, they came around here asking after you In the shadow of the wheel of fortune You're busy trying to clear your name You say "I may be guilty yeah that may be true "But I'd be lying if I said I was to blame" See we could have been major contenders We never got no money no breaks You've got a list of all the major offenders You got a list of all their major mistakes And he's just standing in the shadows Yes and you smile that come-on smile Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day "I'd like to make it worth your while" Oh, but it's a sad reminder When your organ grinder has to come to you for rent And all you've got to give him Is the use of your side-show tent Yes, and that's all that remains of the years Spent doing the rounds And it never rains around here Well it just comes pouring down Now you know what they say about beggars You can't complain about the rules You know what they say about beggars You know who's the first to blame his tools You never gave a damn about who you pick up And leave laying bleeding on the ground You screw people over on the way up Because you thought that you were never coming down And he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley With his hand up smothering your screams And he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley In the city of a billion dreams |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay They're not afraid now A disco bar in Germany Les boys are glad to be Upon parade now Les boys got leather straps Les boys got SS caps But they got no gun now Get dressed up get a little risque Got to do a little s & m these days It's all in fun now Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Well now they get the jokes that the d.j. makes They get so nervous and they make mistakes They're bad for business Some tourist take a photograph (take a photograph) Les boys don't get one laugh He says they're useless Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Late at night when they've gone away Les boys dreams of Jean Genet High heel shoes and a black beret And the posters on the wall that say Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys do cabaret |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
You walk out on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Narrator:
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a street light, steps out of the shade Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?" Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack" He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that" Anyway, what you gonna do about it? Romeo: Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, And I bet, then you exploded in my heart, And I forget, I forget, the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame, Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same, And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? Well you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah Now you just say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him" Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die" There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? I can't do the talk like the talk on the TV And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat, the bad company And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Narrator: And a lovestruck Romeo he sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade And says something like, "You and me babe, how 'bout it?" Romeo: "You and me babe, how about it?" |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
I seen a girl on a one-way corridor
Stealing down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the roller girl, she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fear alone at night, she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight, and the music's playing loud Hallelujah, here she comes, queen rollerball And enchante, what can I say, don't care at all You know, she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only, only one No fear alone at night, she's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones are tight, and the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She likes to read their lips She says, "toro, toro, taxi, see ya tomorrow, my son" I swear, she let a big truck graze her hip Aw, she got her own world in the city, yeah You can't intrude on her, no, no, no, no She got her own world in the city The city's been so rude to her No fears alone at night, she's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones so tight, and the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a rollerball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway, that's all Skateaway Sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Now, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey She's singing sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Oh, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Well now take a look at that
I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were slim How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live on solid rock Wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid rock Well I'm sick of potential I'm sick of vanity now I'm sticking to essential reality now I don't know what's worse Try to make a silk purse Living an illusion in confusion Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live on solid rock Gonna live I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid rock You know a house of cards Never built for shock You could blow it down in any kind of weather Now you take two solid rocks two solid blocks You know they're gonna stick Yeah they're gonna stick together oh-oh Yeah because the heart that you break That's the one that you rely on The bed that you make That's the one you gotta lie on When you point your finger cos your plan fell through You got three more fingers pointing back at you yeah Gonna live on solid rock I'm gonna live on solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid Rock rock solid rock Rock rock solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid Rock rock solid rock Rock rock solid rock I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked I'm gonna live on solid solid solid solid rock Solid rock Solid rock |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best He made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore And the other travelers came riding down the track And they never went further and they never went back Then came the churches then came the schools Then came the lawyers then came the rules Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads And the dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore Then there was the hard times then there was a war Telegraph sang a song about the world outside Telegraph road got so deep and so wide Like a rolling river... And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze People driving home from the factories There's six lanes of traffic Three lanes moving slow... I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly away from this rain and this cold You can hear them singing out their telegraph code All the way down the telegraph road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights When life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your hand on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care... But believe in me baby and I'll take you away From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain From the anger that lives on these streets with these names 'Cos I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames And I don't wanna see it again... From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed All the way down the telegraph road |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Yeah sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light She had a ticket for the races yeah just like me she was a victim of the night I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this It's just a cake walk twisting baby yeah step right up and see Hey mister give me two give me two now cos any two can play And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love whoa-oah love Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig Money for muscle and a another girl I dig Another hustle just to just to make it big And rockaway rockaway Oh rockaway rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Yeah girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Check it out She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on this world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love love On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades In any shooting gallery where promises are made To rockaway rockaway Rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
I wonder where you are tonight
You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight In gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you always had the knack Fade to black I bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger round the rim of his glass Run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back Fade to black Well maybe it's all for the best But I wish I'd never been lassooed Maybe it's some kind of test But I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to hell and back Fade to black |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
How long, how long baby
How long has it been How long you gonna keep me wondering How long before you see Stallin' me was wrong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Slappin' my hands away How long you gonna keep my love at bay How long before you're sure My love is strong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Tellin' me you like me fine How long until I'm gonna make you mine How long before you wake up And find your good man gone - how long Gone - how long Gone - how long |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Well this is my back yard - my back gate
I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart - ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby - just wait That's a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze Portable hammock honey - who needs trees It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Check out the shingles - it's brand new Excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you Hey everybody - let me give you a toast This one's for me - the host a-with the most Yeah It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' It plays "America the Beautiful" and "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" Boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book Here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit Ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook Let me show you honey - it's easy - look You take a fork and you spike 'em - say, did you try these? So glad you like 'em - the secret's in the cheese It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Now don't talk to me about the polar bear Don't talk to me about the ozone layer Ain't so much of anything these days, even the air They're running out of rhinos - what do I care? Let's hear it for the dolphin - let's hear it for the trees Ain't running out of nothing in my deep freeze It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please Oh yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yes at my parties Yeah I thought you'd like that Hmm that's nice At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah Blues Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah Blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah, oh yeah Blues Can't get no remedy on my TV There's nothing but the same old news They can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah Blues Blues Oh yeah Blues |
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