Álbum Dire Straits - Canciones
Dire Straits
1978 | 
Estilo(s) | Classic Rock
Sello | Vertigo
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Reseña
"Dire Straits" es el título del primer álbum de estudio de la discografía de Dire Straits. Fue lanzado el 7 de octubre de 1978 bajo el sello Vertigo, a excepción de Estados Unidos, donde fue publicado por Warner Music. El álbum contó con la producción de Muff Winwood, hermano mayor del conocido músico Steve Winwood, con quien coincidió en el grupo The Spencer Davis Group.
Grabado en los estudios Basing Street de Londres, el álbum supuso un notable éxito para el debut de una banda aún desconocida. Lanzado inicialmente en Reino Unido, donde alcanzó el quinto puesto en las listas de éxito, pronto debutó también en las listas de otros países europeos, alcanzado el número uno en países como Alemania, Australia y Francia.
El álbum llamó la atención de una representante de Warner Music, Karin Berg, quien se interesó por la nueva banda que estaba triunfando en Europa. Gracias a su insistencia, Warner llegó a un acuerdo de distribución para Estado Unidos que supuso un gran impulso en la carrera discográfica de la banda.
Al otro lado del Atlántido, el álbum "Dire Straits" alcanzó el segundo puesto en las listas estadounidenses y el tema "Sultans of Swing" se aupó al cuarto lugar de la lista Billboard Hot 100. La posterior gira por Europa y Estados Unidos hizo que el álbum se mantuviera durante bastantes meses en las listas y que la popularidad del grupo aumentara considerablemente.
El primer sencillo del álbum, "Sultans of Swing", fue lanzado al mercado en mayo de 1978 y tanto las letras como la composición son obra de Mark Knopfler. La producción inicial fue de los propios Dire Straits y la de la versión grabada para su relanzamiento corrió a cargo de Muff Winwood.
La primera versión fue grabada en los estudios Pathway de Londres en julio de 1977 y su fuerte ritmo pronto la hizo merecedora de sonar en las emisoras de radio. El tema fue grabado nuevamente en 1978 para incluirlo en el álbum debut de Dire Straits, en una versión un poco más reducida que la original, eliminando parte del solo de guitarra del final de la canción. Una nueva reedición, en 1979, fue la que se situó finalmente en lo más alto de las listas americanas.
Como curiosidad, el título de la canción se le ocurrió a Knopfler tras asistir a un concierto de jazz en un local semivacío, cuando la banda se despidió al final de la actuación afirmando que eran los "sultanes del swing".
El tema "Down to the Waterline" se lanzó como segundo sencillo de "Dire Straits", con la canción "Water of Love" como lado B. Compuesto igualmente por Mark Knopfler, las letras hacen referencia a los primeros contactos sexuales de la adolescencia.
Listado de canciones del álbum Dire Straits
- Down To The WaterlineVer letra 4:01
[X]letra de Down To The Waterline
Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline
Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out 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 and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline - Water Of LoveVer letra 5:27
[X]letra de Water Of Love
High and dry in the long hot day
Lost and lonely in every way
Got the flats all around me sky up above
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
I need a little water of love
Water of love deep in the ground
No water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It'll carry that water of love to me
There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high
Waiting for me to die
If I don't get some water soon
I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon
Once I had a woman I could call my own
Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
Once there was a river now there's a stone
You know it's evil when you're living alone - Settin' Me Up 3:20
- Six Blade KnifeVer letra 4:12
[X]letra de Six Blade Knife
Your six blade knife can do anything for you
Anything you want it to
One blade for breaking my heart
One blade for tearing me apart
Your six blade knife-do anything for you
You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
When you 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
You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
I'd like to be free of it now - I don't want it no more
I'd like to be free of it now - you know I don't want it no more
Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
A needle a wife or something that you just can't see
You know it keeps you strong
Yes and it'll do me wrong
Your six blade knife - do anything for you - Southbound AgainVer letra 2:59
[X]letra de Southbound Again
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
Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go
That woman's with her lover boy
Never want to see her face no more
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
Right now I'm sick of living
But I'm going to keep on trying - Sultans Of SwingVer letra 5:52
[X]letra de Sultans Of Swing
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 blowin' Dixie, double-four time.
You feel alright when you hear that music play.
Now You step inside, but you don't see too many faces.
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
Competition in other places...
But the horns, they blowin' that sound.
Way on down south,
Way on down south, London-town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords.
But it's strictly rhythm; he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
If any 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,
Savin' 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.
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band.
It ain't what they call rock and roll.
And the Sultans,
Yes the Sultans play 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."
And he makes it fast, with one more thing:
"We're the Sultans,
"We are the Sultans of Swing." - In The GalleryVer letra 6:19
[X]letra de In The Gallery
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 iin clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be 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 a 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 in the gallery
No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of 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 are coming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the gallery - Wild West EndVer letra 4:43
[X]letra de Wild West End
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 get a pickup for my steel guitar
I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me talking I wanna marry you
This is the seventh heaven street
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
And now my conductress on the number nineteen, She was a honey
Pink toenails and hands all, dirty with the money
Greasy easy Greasy hair, easy smile
Made me feel nineteen for a while
And I went down to, Cha, Cha, uh, uh, Chinatown
In the backroom it's a man's world
All the money go down
Duck inside the doorway, duck to eat
Just ain't no way,
You and me, we can beat
Walking in the wild west end
Walking in the wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend
Now eh, a gogo, dancing girl, yes I saw her
The deejay, he say, here's Mandy for ya
I feel alright, saying now, 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 in the wild west end
Walking with'cha wild best friend
Walking it, Walking it - LionsVer letra 5:07
[X]letra de Lions
Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings, they're sweeping around crazy shoals
Yes, and a girl is there
High heeling across the square
Wind 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
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 gives her a fright
He's crazy lion 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 for later 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-thinkin' 'bout a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions
I'm thinking about the lions
What happened to the lions tonight, tonight, tonight
8 Comentarios de los usuarios
- alberto: buena idea tener música de colección!
- : la musica es la expresion maxima del sentir social
- knopfler60: sultans of swim, la mejor canción de todos los tiempos
- Noé: Mark y Fender Stratocaster, sin duda que combinación!
- adri guitarristaaa: los mejores ninguno se les acerkaaa
- tonipoll: para uno de los mejores
- alex: Música que se siente la mejor música y que te alegra cuando estas tristes
- Horacio - ( fierro): Verdaderamente esta musica es una caricia al alma ¡que grandes, por Dios!
Grabado en los estudios Basing Street de Londres, el álbum supuso un notable éxito para el debut de una banda aún desconocida. Lanzado inicialmente en Reino Unido, donde alcanzó el quinto puesto en las listas de éxito, pronto debutó también en las listas de otros países europeos, alcanzado el número uno en países como Alemania, Australia y Francia.
El álbum llamó la atención de una representante de Warner Music, Karin Berg, quien se interesó por la nueva banda que estaba triunfando en Europa. Gracias a su insistencia, Warner llegó a un acuerdo de distribución para Estado Unidos que supuso un gran impulso en la carrera discográfica de la banda.
Al otro lado del Atlántido, el álbum "Dire Straits" alcanzó el segundo puesto en las listas estadounidenses y el tema "Sultans of Swing" se aupó al cuarto lugar de la lista Billboard Hot 100. La posterior gira por Europa y Estados Unidos hizo que el álbum se mantuviera durante bastantes meses en las listas y que la popularidad del grupo aumentara considerablemente.
El primer sencillo del álbum, "Sultans of Swing", fue lanzado al mercado en mayo de 1978 y tanto las letras como la composición son obra de Mark Knopfler. La producción inicial fue de los propios Dire Straits y la de la versión grabada para su relanzamiento corrió a cargo de Muff Winwood.
La primera versión fue grabada en los estudios Pathway de Londres en julio de 1977 y su fuerte ritmo pronto la hizo merecedora de sonar en las emisoras de radio. El tema fue grabado nuevamente en 1978 para incluirlo en el álbum debut de Dire Straits, en una versión un poco más reducida que la original, eliminando parte del solo de guitarra del final de la canción. Una nueva reedición, en 1979, fue la que se situó finalmente en lo más alto de las listas americanas.
Como curiosidad, el título de la canción se le ocurrió a Knopfler tras asistir a un concierto de jazz en un local semivacío, cuando la banda se despidió al final de la actuación afirmando que eran los "sultanes del swing".
El tema "Down to the Waterline" se lanzó como segundo sencillo de "Dire Straits", con la canción "Water of Love" como lado B. Compuesto igualmente por Mark Knopfler, las letras hacen referencia a los primeros contactos sexuales de la adolescencia.
[X]
Sweet surrender on the quaysideletra de Down To The Waterline
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline
Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out 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 and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline
[X]
High and dry in the long hot dayletra de Water Of Love
Lost and lonely in every way
Got the flats all around me sky up above
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
I need a little water of love
Water of love deep in the ground
No water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It'll carry that water of love to me
There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high
Waiting for me to die
If I don't get some water soon
I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon
Once I had a woman I could call my own
Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
Once there was a river now there's a stone
You know it's evil when you're living alone
[X]
Your six blade knife can do anything for youletra de Six Blade Knife
Anything you want it to
One blade for breaking my heart
One blade for tearing me apart
Your six blade knife-do anything for you
You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
When you 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
You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
I'd like to be free of it now - I don't want it no more
I'd like to be free of it now - you know I don't want it no more
Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
A needle a wife or something that you just can't see
You know it keeps you strong
Yes and it'll do me wrong
Your six blade knife - do anything for you
[X]
Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving homeletra de Southbound Again
Boy got to be moving
Seems like the boy is bound to roam
Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go
That woman's with her lover boy
Never want to see her face no more
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
Right now I'm sick of living
But I'm going to keep on trying
[X]
You get a shiver in the dark, letra de Sultans Of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime:
South of the river, you stop and you hold everything.
A band is blowin' Dixie, double-four time.
You feel alright when you hear that music play.
Now You step inside, but you don't see too many faces.
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
Competition in other places...
But the horns, they blowin' that sound.
Way on down south,
Way on down south, London-town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords.
But it's strictly rhythm; he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
If any 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,
Savin' 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.
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band.
It ain't what they call rock and roll.
And the Sultans,
Yes the Sultans play 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."
And he makes it fast, with one more thing:
"We're the Sultans,
"We are the Sultans of Swing."
[X]
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horseletra de In The Gallery
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 iin clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be 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 a 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 in the gallery
No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of 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 are coming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the gallery
[X]
Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beansletra de Wild West End
Checking out the movies and the magazines
Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
I get a pickup for my steel guitar
I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me talking I wanna marry you
This is the seventh heaven street
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
And now my conductress on the number nineteen, She was a honey
Pink toenails and hands all, dirty with the money
Greasy easy Greasy hair, easy smile
Made me feel nineteen for a while
And I went down to, Cha, Cha, uh, uh, Chinatown
In the backroom it's a man's world
All the money go down
Duck inside the doorway, duck to eat
Just ain't no way,
You and me, we can beat
Walking in the wild west end
Walking in the wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend
Now eh, a gogo, dancing girl, yes I saw her
The deejay, he say, here's Mandy for ya
I feel alright, saying now, 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 in the wild west end
Walking with'cha wild best friend
Walking it, Walking it
[X]
Red sun go down way over dirty townletra de Lions
Starlings, they're sweeping around crazy shoals
Yes, and a girl is there
High heeling across the square
Wind 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
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 gives her a fright
He's crazy lion 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 for later 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-thinkin' 'bout a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions
I'm thinking about the lions
What happened to the lions tonight, tonight, tonight