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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Communique (1983)
Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail It's just lying there in silent pain He lean on the turist rail A mother and her baby and the colege war and the concrete graves You never wanna against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah and on the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark Single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark He's upon the bridge on the self same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning, but there is one green light And the man on the barge of sand She's gonna slip away below him Away from the things he's done But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?" He could have said "Pride of London" On the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark |
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from America's Sweethearts (아메리칸 스윗하트) by James Newton Howard [ost] (2001)
Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Ridin' on the Gravy Train Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave Ridin' on the Gravy Train Past the coal mines black and scarred Starter houses in the loading yard On the Gravy Train, On the Gravy Train There's the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars Ridin' on the Gravy Train Never thank each other or their lucky stars Ridin' on the Gravy Train That's worse than ingratitude Worse than a piss poor attitude On the Gravy Train, Gravy Train Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on Ridin' on the Gravy Train Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn Ridin' on the Gravy Train Some act tough, some act rude Some bit of fluff complain about the food You wanna see somebody getting really rude Get on the Gravy Train, Gravy Train Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track, And they're gonna be ridin' in an old caboose Coming back There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade Ridin' on the Gravy Train Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade Ridin' on the Gravy Train Free loader licks my boots Tells me how he digs my suit You got lucky son, don't get cute Get on the Gravy Train |
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990)
Come my love, I'll tell you a tale of a boy and girl and their love story and how he loved her oh, so much, and all the charms she did possess. Chorus: My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; it's as real as the feelings I feel. Now this did happen once upon a time When things were not so complex. And how he worshipped the ground she walked on. When he looked in her eyes, he became obsessed. (To Chorus:) This love was stronger than the powers so dark, A prince could have within his keeping; His spells to weave and steal a heart Within her breast, but only sleeping. (To Chorus:) He said, |
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from The Princess Bride (프린세스 브라이드) by Mark Knopfler [ost] (1990) | |||||
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from Desperado (데스페라도) by Los Lobos [ost] (1995)
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 200 Cigarettes (비포 뉴 이어) by Mark Mothersbaugh [ost] (1999) | |||||
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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 Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
5.15 a.m.
Snow laying all around A collier cycles home From his night shift underground Past the silent pub Primary school, workingmens club On the road from the pithead The churchyard packed With mining dead Then beneath the bridge He comes to a giant car A shroud of snow upon the roof A mark ten jaguar He thought the man was fast asleep Silent, still and deep Both dead and cold Shot through With bullet holes The one armed bandit man Came north to fill his boots Came up from cockneyland E-type jags and flashy suits Put your money in Pull the levers Watch them spin Cash cows in all the pubs But he preferred the new nightclubs Nineteen sixty-seven Bandit men in birdcage heaven La dolce vita, sixty-nine All new to people of the tyne Who knows who did what Somebody made a call They said his hands Were in the pot That he'd been skimming hauls He picks up the swag They gaily gave away Drives his giant jag Off to his big pay day The bandit man Came north to fill his boots Came up from cockneyland E-type jags and flashy suits The bandit man Came up the great north road Up to geordieland To mine The mother lode Seams blew up or cracked Black diamonds came hard won Generations toiled and hacked For a pittance and black lung Crushed by tub or stone Together And alone How the young and old Paid the price of coal Eighteen sixty-seven My angel's gone to heaven He'll be happy there Sunlight and sweet clean air They gather round the glass Tough hewers and crutters Child trappers and putters The little foals and half-marrows Who pushed And pulled the barrows The hod boys And the rolleywaymen 5.15 a.m. |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
I'm going to San Bernardino Ridididin
Milkshake mix is thus my thing now These guys bought a heap of my stuff And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now Folks line up all down the street Now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now And then I get it Wham as clear as day My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say These boys have got this down ought to be one of these in every town These boys have got the touch It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much Wham bam don't wait long, shake fries plenty of gum How about that friendly name, heck, every little thing gotta stay the same Or my name is not Kroc, that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now It's Dog eat dog, rat eat rat Kroc style - Boom like that You gentlemen are to expand You're gonna need a helping hand now So gentlemen well what about me? We'll make a little business history now Well we'll build it up and I'll buy him out The man they made me grind it out now They open up a new place flippin meat So I do too, right across the street I got the main I need town, sell em' in the end and it all shuts down Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B. you wanna make a dream reality Competition sent em south, they're gonna drown or we're hosing em' out Do not pass go go straight to hell I smell a lotta meat .....da smell Or my name is not Kroc that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat now Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Kroc style - Boom like that |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
Somebody's gotta crack A whip around here Who's minding the store? Shake it up sell some beer What's your Money maker for? Pay day We're packin' 'em in Six-gun annie And buffalo jill But who's to say They'll be back again For a refill? Honey, you know the drill Ain't no left turn Down sleepy time street You gotta be fast But you gotta stay loose Thinking On your feet Slick as grass Through a goose We gotta Rationalise The payroll Is giving me chills You and me's Getting organised It's kill or be killed Honey, you know the drill Well they can all look down On sucker row But they all forget The tallest trees From acorns grow Though they ain't yet I never look down On a sucker stake They all pay the bills I never gave a sucker An even break And I never will A beautiful vision Keeps coming to me I see A miracle mile Flying in For free Service With a smile High rollers Fancy hotels Big time singers Topping the bill You gotta have a feel For the stuff that sells Call it a skill Honey, you know the drill Somebody's gotta crack A whip around here Who's Minding the store? Shake it up Sell some beer Money walking Through the door Annie's arriving At a dangerous age Don't you Go getting ill Get another woman Up in the cage Who ain't over the hill Honey, you know the drill |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
We're taking on water
Diesel and stores Laying up awhile Before I'm back on board They're patching her up To go fishing again They're welding her rudder Scrubbing her keel Scars on her belly Need time to heal In the dock With the trawlermen I know all the people There's nobody new Soon we'll be leaving With the same old crew On the green water The tumbling sea They ain't running Like the good old days Time's just slipping Down the old slipways In the dock So dear to me Dark is the night I need a guiding light To keep me From foundering On the rocks My only prayer Is just to see you there At the end Of my wandering Back in the dock ah~ I could use a layoff Getting my strength back But there's a loan to pay off And a few skipjack So it's a turnaround Back in the southerly wind Pirates coming in To steal our gold You can count yourself lucky With a profit in the hold In the dock When we come in Dark is the night I need a guiding light To keep me From foundering On the rocks My only prayer Is just to see you there At the end Of my wandering Back in the dock |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
Around the time of 'clambake'
Movie number twenty-five You and the lying dutchman Are still in overdrive You're as strong as when you started Mississippi in your soul You can still be marlon brando And the king of rock and roll It isn't just the records No, you must have hollywood The songs alone are not enough That much is understood You'll soon be back in memphis Maybe then you'll know what to do The storylines they're giving you Are just not ringing true Oh, it's a ways to go Back to Tupelo it's a ways to go Back to Tupelo 간주중 When you're young and beautiful Your dreams are all ideals Later on it's not the same Lord, everything is real Sixteen hundred miles of highway Roll back to the truth And a song to give your mother In your first recording booth Around the time of 'clambake' That old dream's still rolling on Sometimes there'll be the feeling Things are going wrong The morning star is fading Lord, the Mississippi's cold You can still be marlon brando And the king of rock and roll But it's a ways to go Back to Tupelo it's a ways to go Back to Tupelo |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
It's the end of a perfect day
For surfer boys and girls The sun's dropping down in the bay And falling off the world There's a diamond in the sky Our evening star In our shangri-la Get that fire burning strong Right here and right now It's here and then it's gone There's no secret, anyhow We may never love again To the music of guitars In our shangri-la Tonight your beauty burns Into my memory The wheel of heaven turns Above us endlessly This is all the heaven we've got Right here where we are In our shangri-la Tonight your beauty burns Into my memory The wheel of heaven turns Above us endlessly This is all the heaven we've got Right here where we are In our shangri-la |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
I got shot off my horse
So what? I'm up again And playing In one of these Big saloons on main You can come up here Take a look Around these sinners' dens You're only ever going to find One or two real games Nobody's driving Me underground Not yet anyway But either on the strip Or on the edge of town Everybody pays Everybody pays to play Yeah, you ought to stay Right where you are In sawdust land It's probably the Safest place to be With your Greasy little pork pies And your shoestring hands It makes No difference to me All those directions Which we never took To go our different ways Who went and wrote The oldest story in the book? Everybody pays Everybody pays to play Curl up inside A boxcar dream And disappear With a couple Low roller friends You were never one For trouble So get out of here I knew the game Was dangerous back then But nobody's breezing Through these swinging doors Just ups and walks away Everybody has to leave Some blood here on the floor Everybody pays Everybody pays to play |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
So many mouths to feed on the farm
Sonny was the second to the last one born His mama ran away and his daddy beat him bad And he grew up wild good love he never had He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them sluggers went down like lead Well he hung with the hoods he wouldn't stroke the fans But he had dynamite in both his hands Boom bam like the slammer door The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor Beware the bear's in town Somebody's money says the bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Sonny's going down for miles and miles The writers didn't like him the fight game jocks With his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks They didn't want to have a bogey man They didn't like him and he didn't like them Black Cadillac alligator boots Money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits Some say the bear took a flop They couldn't believe it when they saw him drop He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them sluggers went down like lead Joe Louis was his hero he tried to be the same But a criminal child wears a ball and chain So the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne And the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone Beware the bear's in town somebody's money says The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Sonny's going down for miles and miles At the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor There was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer There was no investigation as such He hated needles but he knew too much Cris-crossed on his back Scars from his daddy like slavery tracks The second-last child was the second-last king Never again was it the same in the ring He had a left like Henry's hammer A right like Betty Bamalam Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread And all them sluggers went down like lead They never could be sure about the day he was born A motherless child set to working on the farm And they never could be sure about the day he died The bear was the king they cast aside Beware the bear's in town Somebody's money says the bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Sonny's going down for miles and miles Some day they're gonna write a Blues for fighters. It'll just be for Slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell Sonny Liston 1962 |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
If I'm over the moon
It's because I'm over you A day at a time And I'm tickety-boo I don't carry on The way I used to Whoop de doo If I'm doing great It's because when I get home I don't go straight To my answerphone And the tears don't come The way they used to Whoop de doo So many little things Are so much better now They were only the little things Anyhow If I'm over the moon It's because that's what I am Funny that once I used to give a damn And I'd do anything In the whole wide world for you Whoop de doo Anything Anything you'd want me to Whoop de doo |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
One thing was leading to the next
I bit off more than I could chew I had the power to sign the cheques It wasn't difficult to do I couldn't stay and face the music So many reasons why I won't be sending postcards From Paraguay I robbed a bank full of dinero A great big mountain of dough So it was goodbye companero And cheerio I couldn't stay and face the music So many reasons why I won't be sending postcards From Paraguay I never meant to be a cheater But there was blood on the wall I had to steal from peter To pay what I owed to Paul I couldn't stay and face the music So many reasons why I won't be sending postcards From Paraguay |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
My darling girl
You're all that matters In this wicked world All that matters My darling boy All of my sunshine And all of my joy You're all that matters All that matters Well, I can't stop the pain When it calls I'm a man And I can't stop the rain When it falls, my darling Who can? My darling girl You're all that matters In this wicked world All that matters Well, I can't stop the pain When it calls I'm a man And I can't stop the rain When it falls, my darling Who can? My darling girl My darling girl You're all that matters In this wicked world All that matters My darling friend All we've got going Is love in the end It's all that matters All that matters |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
Brew the coffee in a bucket
Double straight man and banjo If you don't got the snake oil Buster, you don't got a show In our pockets Keeps the party going on? Who puts the doh-re-me It's the man Who sells the potions I'm just one who plays the songs Now they generally buys The bigger size They usually rub it in I drank it once, it tasted Like grease and paraffin It's mostly alcohol, okay You can't deny it's strong We was going through the motions 'Til the doctor came along There stands the bottle Ladies and gentlemen All these bottles Don't have to tell you, friends These days miracles Don't come falling from the sky Raise your glasses to the doctor To a stand up guy When the monkeyshine is flying And he's promising the cure He says the french For your lovesick blues La maladie d'amour He gets the chumps all laughing But he gets a few to buy Here's to beefsteak When you're hungry And whiskey when you're dry Now the band'll blow their moolah Like sailors gone ashore Now we're going to west helena To gamble, drink and whore Let's you and me All make whoopee Here's mud in your eye Here's to all the gals you ever want And heaven when you die There stands the bottle Ladies and gentlemen All these bottles Don't have to tell you, friends These days miracles Don't come falling from the sky Raise your glasses to the doctor To a stand up guy There's a big cheese with a cigar Been sizing up the show He wants to get the doctor Pitching on the radio I will make a switch to guitar But the rules all still apply They want to trust somebody Yeah, they want a stand up guy There stands the bottle Here's to absent friends All these bottles Dead soldiers in the end These days miracles Don't come falling from the sky Raise your glasses to the doctor To a stand up guy To the doctor A stand up guy |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
Donegan's gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Play that big grand coulee dam Nobody loves like an irishman Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Donegan's gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Lord, I'm just a rolling stone Rock my soul I wanna go home Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Donegan's gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Stackalee and a gamblin' man Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Donegan's gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone Time just goes on rolling by Lord, I feel like I could cry Gone, lonnie donegan Donegan's gone |
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from Mark Knopfler - Shangri-La (2004)
Don't often open up this floor Since I handed in my gun What all these keys are for Now my tour of duty's done You got to know the switches Now you got your turn Watch and learn, junior Watch and learn Now you will get your Trouble spots Here's one from Down voodoo way Bragged he had me By the you-know-whats Very funny, you don't say The big enchilada Stealing elections Had to go down there Trash collection Got his cojones On my desk in there Made into a souvenir Set of cufflinks, nice pair The rest of him's Someplace up here Sometimes you got to Put a shoulder to the door Not so fast, junior Listen to your pa Here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Whatever you do What we have here's A dung hole place Thought it was fly shit On the map Fat bastard, ugly face And the personal crap You can't move the barriers You can't mess with oil and gas Had to go down there Stick a couple Aircraft carriers In his ass Fancy dress Nedals chest It's all in here For all the gigs Gas mask Bullet-proof vest Ell the usual rigs There'll be things they missed They didn't mention You've even Got a whistle in there For attracting attention Well, I think you're gonna Be okay, son You've had the tour, I guess These two buttons By the way This one I hope You never press Some holy fool, just watch Who's not like you or me That one's the whole shooting match right there it's the whole shitaree we don't forget who put us here, jack that's page one we talk soft but carry a big stick and pack the biggest gun we don't like accidents major or minor you don't want yourself an incident don't ever invade china here, son I'm handing over to you don't crash the ambulance here, son I'm handing over to you don't crash the ambulance whatever you do |
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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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 (1983)
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that i choose 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 just like me she was a victim of the night I put my 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 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 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 cakewalk twisting baby step right up and say Hey mister give me two give me two 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 Well it's been money for muscle another whirlgig Money for muscle another girl I dig Another hustle just to make it big And rockaway rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids 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 the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of 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 from Cullercoasts and Whitley bay out to rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
a lovestruck romeo sings a streets a 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 a heart attack he's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back you shoudn'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 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 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 realize it was just that the time was wrong? i can't do the talk like they talking on the tv and i can't do a love song like the way its 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 realize it was just that the time was wrong? 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 - Making Movies (1983)
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 kerbside crawl but the rollergirl she's taking chances they just love to see her take them all no fears 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 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 one no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud she gets rock n roll 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 rollergirl don't worry d.j. play the movies all night long she tortures taxi drivers just for fun she like to read their lips says toro toro taxi see ya tomorrow my son I swear she let a big truck grease her hip she got her own world in the city you can't intrude on her she got her own world in the city cos the city's benn so rude to her no fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud she gets rock n roll 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 rollergirl don't worry d.j. play the movies all night long come slippin and slidin life's roller ball slippin and a slidin skateaway that's all shala shalay hey hey skateaway she's going sining shala shalay hey hey skateaway |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
she gets the sun in the daytime perfume in the dusk and she comes out in the night time with the honeysuckle musk because she smells just 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 is this just expresso love you know i'm crazy for the girl she call me just to talk she's my lover, she's a friend of mine she says hey mister you wanna take a walk in the wild west end sometime and i get trouble with my breathing she says boys don't know anything but i know what i want i want everything well 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 like a saxophone was made to go with the night and she can raise one eyebrow put her hand on my hip and i close one eye now sweat on her tip and i surrender to the fever she love me so tender i got to believe her love? expresso love's alright i don't want no sugar in it thank you very much all wired up on it all fired up on it expresso touch hey maestro expresso it's just another one just like the other one hey maestro expresso is this another one just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
the sky is crying the streets are full of tears rain come down wash away my tears 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 would 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 a wave that's got to roll into the shore yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong? now you and me go parallel together and apart and you keep the perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart did you never feel the distance you never tried to cross no line now 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 sometime sky is crying see the streets are full of tears rain coming down to 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 (1983)
Well take a look at that I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you know Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were slim How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in I wanna 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 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 living in confusion Well a house of cards Was never built for shock You could blow it down in any kind of weather Now two solid rocks two solid blocks You know they're gonna stick Yeah they're gonna stick together 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 I wanna 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 |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
les boys do cabaret les boys are glad to be gay they're not afraid now 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 they get the jokes that the d.j. makes they get nervous and they make mistakes they're bad for business some tourists take a photograph les boys don't get one lough he says they're useless late at night when they've gone away les boys dream of jean genet high heel shoes and a black berret and the posters on the wall that say les boys do cabaret les boys are glad to be gay |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits (1978)
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 (1978)
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 (1978)
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 (1978)
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 (1978)
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 (1978)
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 (1978)
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 (1978)
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 - Dire Straits (1978)
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 - Communique (1983)
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring up pedestrians for a minute Crossing up the progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough for room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing Still gonna get you if don't do something Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocent team A heap of trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guessed, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west... |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He 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 listen baby I'm your wife She tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse You know he feel 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 tell 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 take the shine off his shoes He 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 take 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 - Communique (1983)
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride? Where do you think you're going? I think you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really no place you can go I understand your changes 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 Where do you think you're 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 do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? I wish I didn't care about my pride And now I'm sick of jocking You know I like you to be free So where do you think you're going? I think you better go with me, girl |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to make He's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on 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 that he made Maybe he'd 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 Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique And now the rumors are flying Speculation rising Say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon Then we get the story a serious breeze And a photograph taken in the hall 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 means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left a come on too Lady writer on the TV She had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And 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'd talk to me when you felt like this Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Your rich old man, You know he'd a call her a dead wringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a mess in life Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want it just the same Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary You know I'm talking about you and me Lady writer on the TV |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepard's delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight 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 talking we can talk later on Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn All I need is a little oblivion You don't need protection 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 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 got to get in the hit Tell me that I'm your all night lover 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 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 |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the offbeat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes Yeah, she got the skirt so tight now She wanna travel light now She wanna 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 But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl 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 Blind man he's singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Once upon a time he could have made her * repeated Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck a paper rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she ain't no garden flower There ain't no distress in the tower Belladonna walks Belladonna taking control She don't care about your window box Or your button hole She sing a song about a lone-gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello Belle |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
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 - Communique (1983)
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon a stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really liked to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries Virgins ascending to the skies tonight All day long I have passed my time alone When the church bells rung I stayed out on the tower In a dying sun 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 my wine Yes and the 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 - Love Over Gold (1982)
A long time ago came a man on a track
walking thirty miles with a pack on his back and he put down his load where he thought it was the best 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 travellers came riding down the track and they never went further, no, 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 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 head 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 the 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 want to 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 (1982)
It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses confidential information - contained in a diary this is my investigation - 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 (1982)
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 a 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 fleas and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties 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 Betty 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 us on our knees they wanna have a war to keep their factories 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'd cure it soon abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons' the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold (1982)
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 a 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 love 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 |