Dire Straits de Dire Straits

Listado de Canciones

1. Down To The Waterline4:01

   Letra

   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
2. Water Of Love5:27

   Letra

   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
3. Settin' Me Up3:20
4. Six Blade Knife4:12

   Letra

   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
5. Southbound Again2:59

   Letra

   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
6. Sultans Of Swing5:52
   Vídeo Letra

   

   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."
7. In The Gallery6:19

   Letra

   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
8. Wild West End4:43
   Vídeo Letra

   

   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
9. Lions5:07

   Letra

   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