Down The Road Wherever de Mark Knopfler

Listado de Canciones

1. Trapper Man6:02

   Letra

   The trapper man's in from the hinterlands Filth and grease on his clothes and hands From the outermost, the farthermost Comes riding in to the trading post Got a pack horse loaded up with hides Steps in to see the man inside I got furs, skins, a little meat too Here, I got a good piece just for you You take this home to give the wife The trapper draws his skinning knife Now the fat man's desk is a butcher's block The trapper cuts the meat and talks You're gonna lose your shirt on a nowhere man Lose your shirt in nowhere land Back out there is my country And you best let this trapper be the trapper You need the trapper man The trapper man If you don't want to be where lightning strikes Better let me work the way I like You don't want to know how I fill my sacks You go out there you don't come back You got nature red in tooth and claw And you ain't got no rule of law And if you don't know nature's way All that's gonna stop you being the prey is the trapper You need the trapper man The trapper man You wanna wear them gems and rings You wanna show off them shiny things Shake your money maker, bro Where the movers and the shakers go You wanna go do what you do Let the gold and silver come to you I need you but you need me So you best let this trapper be the trapper You need the trapper man The trapper man When he's done his thing and gone his way The fat men light cigars and say "Holy smokes did you see that? We all made money on the trapper cat" Sit back in their big ass chairs Say, "Boys, that is the man right there" I'm the lifeline for your big soft ass It's the trapper puts it in first class, the trapper You need the trapper man The trapper man
2. Back On The Dance Floor5:31

   Letra

   Hand me down my high roller Stetson Hand me down my smokeless .41 We're gonna look so sharp when we walk in They're gonna be jazzed we come We're going for the major comeback For the motherlode, the mighty score We'll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack Now we're back on the dancefloor Going all the way is the only way to go The only game in town Shake your moneymaker closer to the floor Shake 'em on down, shake 'em on down Hand me down my two-tone wingtips Hand me down my skull head walking cane You all gotta wear them shantung gambler suits They're gonna be jazzed we came We're going for the major comeback For the motherlode, the mighty score We'll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack Now we're back on the dancefloor Going all the way is the only way to go The only game in town Shake your moneymaker closer to the floor Shake 'em on down, shake 'em on down We're going for the major comeback For the motherlode, the mighty score We'll be the toast of every knocked out boogie shack Now we're back on the dancefloor
3. Nobody's Child4:17
4. Just A Boy Away From Home5:12

   Letra

   When I was just a boy I'd be kicking a tin Take the short cut home through the loony bin I never gave much thought to the souls in there I was just a boy, too young to care Well the years go by and you get to see A dream's not the same as reality Well a dream or two is going to crash and burn And that's the way that you live and learn Well it was late one night and I woke at two And I lay there thinking the way you do But it's a long dark night of the soul When those thoughts are turning sad and old And then outside on the empty street I heard the sound of walking feet Well it was just a boy away from home And he was singing the song 'You'll Never Walk Alone'
5. When You Leave4:13

   Letra

   When you leave There's cordite in the air A ringing in the stillness Smoke drifting up the stair When you leave When you leave My heart sounds in my ears A beating in the darkness A trace of you still here When you leave When you leave Like it or not How could I not have fallen for you? And now that I'm caught How could I not be blue? When you leave I'll hear the smallest sound And turn to look behind me As though you're still around When you leave When you leave
6. Good On You Son5:38

   Letra

   Flash goes a little hummingbird a darting, whirring thread At the screen door by his lemon tree out here with the quick and the dead Designer blinds above LA frame the perfect view It's gonna be another day of sun and shameless blue By his cutting block the time has come for the fruit there by the juicer He grinds fresh coffee for himself he's meeting a producer The LA Times lies on the stone warming there like bread Hey what's not to like out here with the quick and the dead Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two You wanna know what happiness is? In his eye there's a hunter's gleam Something to look forward to this cat's gonna get the cream Skin of a mango is so smooth, smoother than the devil Cut it, slice it, chop it up to the rhythm of a Cockney rebel Back in Blighty there's a flat on a grimy sink estate That's why he walked out of that and went to the Golden State Left the baccy and the beer where he was born and bred Now he's cutting it out here with the quick and the dead Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah What would you have had him do The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two Good on you son, good on you a-ha, oh yeah Good on you son, good on you The Camden shuffle and the old one-two yeah
7. My Bacon Roll5:36

   Letra

   I never got the elbow Just telling you Before you go Only telling you Just so you know I never got the elbow I slung it in Had it up to here I just pulled the pin Went and had a beer I used to love a bit of folding Just for getting by A wad of cash Now that's out of date And so am I As pie and mash S'cuse me, s'cuse me Have you got my roll? My roll? My bacon roll? The time they took us bowling What was that about? I thought what a joke I just went out And had a smoke Then the white water rafting Just some know-it-all With the new regime There to show us all How to build a team He says what do you think we're doing? I said don't ask me I've no idea They all laughed at that That was pretty funny actually S'cuse me, s'cuse me Have you got my roll? My roll? My bacon roll? Have you got my roll? My roll? My bacon roll? I could order you a toastie Just like that one there Or the same in plain white bread When you're dealing with a toastie What do you prefer Brown or red? I never got the elbow Just telling you Before you go Only telling you Just so you know
8. Nobody Does That5:15

   Letra

   I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite the way you do I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that Nobody does that I like the way you're holding my attention Nobody does that quite the way you do That stuff too hot for me to mention Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that I like the way you work the opposition Nobody does that quite the way you do When you want to smoke the competition Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that Nobody does that I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite the way you do I like the way you put yourself together Nobody does that quite like you Nobody does that Nobody does that Nobody does that
9. Drovers' Road5:05
10. One Song At A Time6:17

    Letra

    My whistle under the archways Still echoes down the street All the way back to Deptford days Nights down by The Creek Notes as big as river boats Still echoing through the clubs With the horns of the trains Down the old back lanes And the lights of the corner pubs In a taproom lined with mirrors There's a man there at the bar Reminds you of somebody He says I know who you are He's right, I know I could be him But anyway who is who? You could be looking at What he's looking at And he's looking at you And I'll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace, etcetera I'll see you later but it's 1979 And I'm picking my way out of here One song at a time The slaving ports of plunder Used to stink to heaven on high Companions of honour Always were in short supply The Bristol ships and Liverpool's On every tide they came The times they may have changed, my friend Some people stay the same And I'll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace, etcetera I'll see you later but it's 1879 And I'm picking my way out of here One song at a time A grinning mogul greets the crowd At Execution Dock All come to see three mutineers Turned off at twelve o'clock The shyster takes a ringside seat As they're bringing them from the jail And twenty thousand tickets Sold online on premium sale So if you need to reach me You can leave word at The Pig I have no wish to stay around To watch that Newgate jig Or any more poor old fakers Trying to dance in my old shoes I'll be gone over the ocean With the transatlantic blues And I'll be out of this place And down the road wherever There but for the grace, etcetera I'll see you later somewhere down the line I'll be picking my way out of here One song at a time
11. Floating Away5:03

    Letra

    It's the weight I'm trying To get inside the frame I've been painting a fat man He's big and fat and heavy As a man can be But he's been floating away, floating away He's been floating away from me In the mirror my withering skin Is a thorny pleasure I stand unflinching And I mark each crease and sting My brush my wooden flail My ancient thresher As unforgiving time flays everything It's the truth I'm trying To get inside the frame Now I'm painting myself naked But I need a pair of boots About as heavy as boots can be Or I'd be floating away, floating away I'd be floating away from me And every thorn sends thistledown Drifting all around And floating away, floating away Floating away from me
12. Slow Learner4:34

    Letra

    People say 'Where have you been?' Or 'Where did you go?' I'm a slow learner I do everything slow It's my way, has to be true The world goes by me fast But where you're concerned I like good things to last Where's the point in worrying If we should start a little late Where's the point in hurrying When waiting feels so great? I'm a slow burner My last train left a while ago I'm a slow learner I do everything slow So where's the point in worrying If we should start a little late And where's the point in hurrying When waiting feels so great? I'm a slow burner My last train left a while ago I'm a slow learner I do everything slow Yeah, I'm a slow burner My last train left a while ago I'm a slow learner I do everything slow
13. Heavy Up6:00

    Letra

    Your slack-jawed dimness is our loss Condemns us to your point of view Who could give a flying toss What you like to chill out to? And why should I lighten up for you If you can't heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? You grunt and root your patch of earth Adrift from shame and deaf to sound How much is your praise really worth? About the same as your thumbs down And why should I lighten up for you If you can't heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? So heavy up, heavy up for me Heavy up, heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up, heavy up for me What would it take To get you to shut it? I'd so love it And why should I lighten up for you If you can't heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? So heavy up, heavy up for me Heavy up, heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up, heavy up for me You won't of course, you will be heard Ah, but at least a man can dream I'm afraid, alas, the turd Who thinks he's an ice cream And why should I lighten up for you If you can't heavy up for me? Why should I? Why should I? So heavy up, heavy up for me Heavy up, heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up, heavy up for me Yeah, heavy up, heavy up for me Heavy up, heavy up for me You can give it up Give it up with me Or heavy up, heavy up for me
14. Every Heart In The Room4:31
15. Rear View Mirror2:29
16. Matchstick Man2:54

    Letra

    So there he was then, Penzance to play Christmas Eve in a nowhere band Now early morning Christmas Day He’s hitching home to Geordieland Last night the snow came, just my luck And who the hell do you think you are Climbing up into that truck With your old bag and your guitar And you, you would-be vagabond No-one invited you, you know Matchstick man, up in the dawn You’ve got five hundred miles to go The driver now must drop off his load The snow still laying thick on the ground Leaves him on a high crossroads Where he can see for miles around The sun is shining, sky is blue And everything is white and bare Not a car comes into view There’s nothing moving anywhere And you, you would-be vagabond No-one invited you, you know Matchstick man, you speck upon These vast and silent plains of snow