Kill to Get Crimson es un álbum de Mark Knopfler, publicado en 2007 por Mercury. El disco incluye 12 canciones, entre ellas «True Love Will Never Fade», «The Scaffolder's Wife», «The Fizzy And the Still» y «Heart Full Of Holes».
Sobre el álbum
En Kill to Get Crimson, de 2007, Mark Knopfler entrega uno de sus álbumes más sosegados y observacionales. Este trabajo se aleja del rock de raíces americano para adentrarse en un sonido de folk europeo, con una instrumentación rica en matices donde los vientos y los acordeones cobran un protagonismo especial.
Las canciones del disco son pequeñas viñetas, retratos de personajes y situaciones observados con una mirada a la vez irónica y compasiva. De este modo, Knopfler ejerce de cronista, con letras que hablan de artistas, marineros y gente corriente. La música acompaña estas historias con una sutileza y una elegancia exquisitas, sin un solo alarde de virtuosismo.
Es un álbum de madurez, la obra de un artista que ya no necesita impresionar, sino simplemente contar historias y crear belleza. "Kill to Get Crimson" es un disco para disfrutar con calma, un trabajo sutil y literario que recompensa al oyente con cada nueva escucha.
Listado de Canciones
- True Love Will Never Fade4:21
Letra
True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade I wonder if there's no forever No walking hand in hand Down a yellow brick road To never never land These days I get to where I'm going Make it there eventually Follow the trail of breadcrumbs To where I'm meant to be To where I'm meant to be I don't know what brought you to me That was up to you There's so many come to see me Who want their own tattoo I fixed a needle in a holder Laid my hand upon your spine And there upon your shoulder I drew the picture as your sign When I think about us I see the picture that we made The picture to remind us True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade I worked the rowdies and daytrippers Now and then I think of you Any which way we're all shufflin' Forward in the queue They like to move my operation They like to get me off the pier And I dream I'm on a steamer Pullin' out of here When I think about us I see a picture that we made The picture to remind us True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade - The Scaffolder's Wife3:52
- The Fizzy And the Still4:07
Letra
Sunday morning here we are. The boy's come home not quite the movie star. He's been in Hollywood. The boy's come home. The boy's done good. He says she asked too high a price neglecting to declare what sits between them there on ice, chilled, with the fizzy and the still: he tried bud didn't make it there. 'It's not for me It's not for me'. Sunday papers, here we are. The boy's come home. The boy's come home. - Heart Full Of Holes6:36
Letra
You can tell me your troubles I'll listen for free. My regulars trust me, it seems. You can come and see Uncle To get trought the week Leave your pledges with me to redeem. Some folks sell their bodies For ten bob and go. Politicians go pawning their souls. Which doesn't make me Look to bad, don't you know Me, with my heart full of holes. All my yesterdays broken A watch with no face All battered and old. Bits of movement All over the place And a heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. Brass knuckles and banjos Are out on the town All the knees-up In Teddy Boy's Row. The gold block and tackle Tells the time upside down. Rock n' roll - well, I don't know. Dead people's wedding gifts Walk out of the door. A clarinet squeals to be free. Accordions hop From the shelves to the floor - Start playing their polkas to me. There's a ringing of bells A dunderhead's curse. Finger are pointing at you. And you take work in hell And be glad it's not worse And you get to the back of the queue. Handcuffs and hunting knives Clang on the bars. Air pistols shoot out the lights. I've a whole Wailing Wall Of electric guitars Could shatter the windows Down Brick Lane tonight. If one of us dies, love I think i'll retire See my boys and my beautiful girl. A Garden of Eden No gates or barbed wire Who knows, maybe gates made of pearls. Well, if we go to heaven And some say we don't But if there's a reckoning day Please God, I'll see you And maybe I won't I've a bag packed to go either way. Redeeming your pledge, dear I'll keep it for you. It's not going to anywhere. But your soul, your soul That is not what I do. There's not a lot I can do there I remember the officer's watch In my hand: 'Repair it or die' I was told It's a wonder to me - I still don't understand Why I ever survived to be old With a heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. - We Can Get Wild4:18
Letra
We're old enough for leaving home, The old joanna and the old trombone, It's all going on, I'm growing my sideboards long, Hey you and me Can be who we want to be. Listen now right here, It's going to be a beautiful year. Calling it a teenage scene And I have a dream, Don't know if I'll be a star I'm going to play guitar I've seen this rocking cat I want to be just like that. Listen now right here It's going to be a beautiful year Hey look at you baby, Tell your daddy your no child Look at you baby We can get wild. Oh yeah We'll be on our own Billy Fury on the gramophone Take you to the pictures and a dance In my drainpipe pants Check the mirror and the old DA And "You can play in a day" Listen now right here It's going to be a beautiful year Hey look at you baby Tell your daddy you're no child Hey look at you baby We can get wild Hey look at you baby Tell your daddy you're no child Hey look at you baby We can get wild We can get wild Get wild Get wild - Secondary Waltz3:43
Letra
The school Christmas party is coming We ain't doing rugby no more McIntyre's teaching us waltzing Out on the gymnasium floor Out on the gymnasium floor McIntyre's out of the army You'll be slippered if you get him wrong McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym And we've only got a little short song We've only got a little short song And it's one, two, three, two, two we're all a disgrace McIntyre tore us apart And we dance with ourselves when we'd all found a space Waltzing with fear in our hearts Waltzing with fear in our hearts Comes the day of the final manoeuvre, all of our heads are a whirl It's getting much closer to D-day This time we're gonna do it with girls This time we're gonna do it with girls In the arena the ladies were waiting A twelve year old parter to dine Some matches were fixed, the rest of us mixed And a fat girl got left at the side A fat girl got left at the side And it's one, two, three, two, two we're all a disgrace McIntyre tore us apart And we dance with ourselves when we'd all found a space Waltzing with fear in our hearts Waltzing with fear in our hearts. When you come to my fights, and I'm under the lights And you see that my footwork is false Don't count me out at the start of the bout I'm just doing the secondary waltz Doing the secondary waltz - Punish the Monkey4:38
Letra
Somebody's gonn'a take the fall There's your quid pro quo Punish the Monkey Punish the Monkey Punish the Monkey And let the organ grinder go Here comes a policeman He won't be sidetracked He's asking about a smoking gun He's after the fact - Let It All Go5:18
Letra
When it's pop goes the weasel Let go of the easel You don't want This rickety rackety life. It's seat of the trousers It's all sink or swim, son I'd kill to get crimson On this palette knife. And I'd steal in a minute I'm up to here in it You here behaving As though I'm a saint Get a job with a pension Don't ever mention You once had a craving For the brushes and paint. So go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. A hack writer judges My swipes and my smudges He doesn't like pictures With blotches and blots. The drawing room tea set Wants horses, sunsets Sweet nothing - The seaside with yachts. Here's the end of the thirties No time for arties Over in Poland A right old to-do So go join the navy The air force or the army They'll all be enrolling Young fellows like you. So go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. These are not my decisions Flaming visions Ringing expression The clamouring voice. It's volcanic desire The unquenchable fire It isn't a question Of having the choice. Anyway, now I'm old But if you won't be told If you've been created To answer the call All passion and lust Is going to end in the dust But you'll hang on some Government gallery wall. So go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go. - Behind With the Rent4:48
Letra
This didn't used to be me, old boy This isn't what I'd want Pulling old night fighters In a restaurant. There's smoke and flames behind me Where the self-respect all went And I'm behind, behind With the rent. I've been stitched up like a kipper, old son But I won't be again Hell hath no fury Oh, I'm like a lot of men. Now I'm stalking this old Doris With lascivious intent And I'm behind, behind With the rent. Just a little duck and dive And a bit of wheel and deal. She'll remind me I'm a live. She'll remind me I'm still feel Just a little shelling out For a bit of you-know-what I know this is all about Something that I never got. Well this crumpet's past it's sell-by-date But they all would qualify They're going to be lonely And be happy to comply. She knows that I'm a chancer Coming on like a gent But I'm behind, behind With the rent. Yes, I'm behind, behind With the rent. - The Fish And the Bird3:45
Letra
When I gave my heart To a tinker boy He said a fish could love a swallow And I will go with my travelling man Wherever he goes I will follow. He will mend Your pots and pans Your kitchen knives he'll take and sharpen Then I'll be gone with my travelling man And never more your doorway darkne. The fish and the bird Who fall in love Will find no place to build a home in. The fish and the bird who fall in love Are bound forever to go roaming. - Madame Geneva's3:59
- In the Sky7:31
Letra
Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer You've been away roaming far away from here weathered a storm, your heart unafraid crossed every ocean in the boat that you made. Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks. No crotchets or quavers in your books. Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky. Running in on the tide with the first of the stars the moon on the water and the sound of guitars Glide into the homing as the night falls to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall. And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post who stands at the fire where a poet's dreams roast. He can't know the story, he can't feel the pain and all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky. You're a light in the dark, a beacon of hope and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope. And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky.