Álbum Sailing to Philadelphia (Mark Knopfler)

Sailing to Philadelphia de Mark Knopfler

Álbum de Mark Knopfler

  • Sello Discográfico: Mercury

Valora este álbum

Sailing to Philadelphia es un álbum de Mark Knopfler, publicado en 2000 por Mercury. El disco incluye 13 canciones, entre ellas «What It Is», «Sailing To Philadelphia», «Who's Your Baby Now» y «Baloney Again».

Sobre el álbum

El álbum más exitoso y aclamado de la discografía de Mark Knopfler en solitario es "Sailing to Philadelphia", de 2000. Este trabajo es una gran obra de la narración musical, un disco conceptual en el que cada canción es un relato fascinante sobre personajes, lugares e punto de inflexións de la historia americana. Es el álbum que consolidó su estatus como un "trovador" moderno.

El disco se beneficia de colaboraciones estelares que enriquecen enormemente el conjunto. La canción titular, un dueto con James Taylor, es una conversación musical inolvidable entre los dos astrónomos que trazaron la línea Mason-Dixon. Mark Knopfler comparte micrófono con Van Morrison en la enérgica "The Last Laugh", creando otro momento mágico.

Musicalmente, el álbum se mueve con una naturalidad asombrosa entre el folk, el country, el blues y el rock de raíces. El resultado es un trabajo variado pero perfectamente cohesionado. "Sailing to Philadelphia" es un disco de una ambición y una calidad literaria y musical extraordinarias, la cima creativa de un contador de historias excepcional.

Listado de Canciones

  1. What It Is4:57

    Letra

    The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters and the queues Everybody's looking for Somebody's arms to fall into That's what it is It's what it is now There's frost on the graves and the monuments But the taverns are warm in town People curse the government And shovel hot food down Lights are out in the city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and asleep And it's cold on the tollgate With the wagons creeping through Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you That's what it is It's what it is now The garrison sleeps in the citadel With the ghosts and the ancient stones High up on the parapet A Scottish piper stands alone And high on the wind The highland drums begin to roll And something from the past just comes And stares into my soul And it's cold on the tollgate Let the drums beat the tatoo Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you That's what it is It's what it is now What it is It's what it is now There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick There's a lantern in the tower Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty dick Is still in search of Little Nell That's what it is It's what it is now It's what it is What it is now
  2. Sailing To Philadelphia5:29

    Letra

    I am Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you, sir And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth... He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forest of the Iroquois... Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning is begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line
  3. Who's Your Baby Now3:05
  4. Baloney Again5:09

    Letra

    We don't eat in no white restaurant We're eating in the car Baloney again, baloney again We don't sleep in no white hotel bed We're sleepin' in the car, baloney again You don't strut around in these country towns You best stay in the car Look on ahead don't stare around You best stay where you are You're a long way from home, boy Don't push your luck too far Baloney again Twenty-two years we've sung the word Since nineteen thirty-one Amen, I say amen Now the young folk want to praise the Lord With guitar, bass and drums, amen Well I'll never get tired of Jesus But it's been a heavy load Carrying His precious love Down a long dirt road We're a long way from home Just let's pay the man and go Baloney again The lord is my shepherd He leadeth me in pastures green He gave us this day Our daily bread and gasoline Go under the willow Park her up beside the stream Shoulders for pillows Lay down your head and dream Shoulders for pillows Lay down your head and dream
  5. The Last Laugh3:22

    Letra

    Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh my friend Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh at the end Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers Down in the scuppers with the drunken sailors Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers But the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down Games you thought you'd learned You neither lost nor won Dreams have crashed and burned You still keep on keeping on Out on the highway with the road gang working Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing Out on the highway with the road band working But the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down They had you crying but you came up smiling They had you crawling and you came up flying They had you crying and you came up smiling And the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down Yeh don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down
  6. Do America4:12

    Letra

    Well I have been it every since I was a kid at school Now they love me in Newcastle and in Liverpool I am as hard as a pistol I can't do no wrong I've been in Birmingham and Bristol to play my song Take the 777 to the USA Gonna party all night and gonna sleep all day Seen the New York City cause I never been New York City in a limousine Gonna do America do do America Do America do do America now Take the 777 over to LA Gonna party all night and gonna sleep all day Wake up and drive around, I get the coolest girl in town Do america do do america Do America do do America now Now the people go nah nah Another people go wah wah Another people go gah gah when I Do America do do America Do America do do America Do America do do America Do America do do America now Backstage passes for the food and booze Sunglasses from the interviews Statue of liberty Everybody looking at me Do America do do America Do America do do America now Do America do do America Do America do do America now Do America do do America
  7. El Macho5:29

    Letra

    Your date has gone home Now you're left on your own sweet own Your tough-talkin' friend Split on you in the bitter end And you look like a fine thing Jerry Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry They say you're a star That's what the boys all say you are I don't see much tv So you don't mean shit to me But you look like a fine thing Jerry Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry They got a name for people like you Yeh they do And they got a name for people like me too El Macho, El Macho Now they want you to sing Don't get shy or anything The boys are all here Gonna buy you another beer Cause you look like a fine thing Jerry Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry El Macho, El Macho
  8. Prairie Wedding4:26

    Letra

    We only knew each other by letter I went to meet her off the train When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still She was standing there and speaking my name I guarantee she looked like an angel I couldn't think of what I should say But when Adam saw Eve in the garden I believe he felt the selfsame way I handed her up on the wagon And I loaded up her trunk behind She was sitting up there with the gold in her hair And I tried to get hold of my mind Do you think that you could love me Mary Do you think we got a chance of a life Do you think that you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife We finally headed out of the station And we drove up to the home trail And when we came to the farm she laid a hand on my arm I thought my resolution would fail And I froze as she stepped in the doorway Stood there as still as could be I said I know it ain't much, it needs a woman's touch Lord she turned around and looked at me Do you think that you could love me Mary You think we got a chance of a life Do you think that you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife We had a prairie wedding There was a preacher and a neighbour or two I gave my golden thing a gold wedding ring And the both of us said I do And when the sun's going down on the prairie And the gold in her hair is aflame I say do you really love me Mary And I hold her and I whisper her name Do you think that you could love me Mary You think we got a chance of a life Do you think that you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife
  9. Wanderlust3:52

    Letra

    Big black cloud On a yellow plain Sure enough it Looks like rain Packin' up all our Faith and trust Me and the wanderlust Open window Empty bed and chair Who's that callin' Ain't nobody there I look behind me And I see there's just Me and the wanderlust Dead of night I had a dream Sky was bright yes and the Fields were green I was down the road In a cloud of dust Me and the wanderlust And I'm on the edge Of an endless fall Sure enough He's come to call Got to go now Get on that bus Me and the wanderlust
  10. Speedway At Nazareth6:23

    Letra

    After two thousand came two thousand and one To be the new champions we were there for to run From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterey And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a wake-up call She went around without a warning put me in the wall I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn I climbed the mountain to qualify went flat through the turn But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G. I. Joe And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go New England, Ontario we died in the dirt Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt So we came to Road America where we burned up the lake But at the Speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake
  11. Junkie Doll4:34

    Letra

    Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane You spiked my arm But you missed the vein Now it's all gone But the scars remain Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie doll Turnham Green, Turnham Green You took me high As I've ever been Now it's all gone And now I'm clean Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie doll And a little bit of this'd get you up And a little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up And a little bit of that'd get you down And a little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane You took my heart Pan American Now rain or shine It's all the same Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie doll And a little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down And a little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down
  12. Silvertown Blues5:29

    Letra

    On Silvertown way the cranes stand high Quiet and gray against the still of the sky They won't quit and lay down though the action has died They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side From the poisonous drains a vision appears A new circle of cranes, a new reason to be here A big silver dome rising up into the dawn Above the church and the homes where all the silver is gone If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown A silver dawn steals over the docks A truck with no wheels up on the cinderblocks Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum Scrap metal schemes rusted over and done If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice They'll tell you where you can turn, where you can go There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown From the Canning Town train I see a billboard high There's a big silver plane rising up into the sky And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day' Says six of those birds are bound for JFK If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown
  13. Sands Of Nevada3:57

    Letra

    These tables are haunted By the ghost of Las Vegas Their chips were once mountains But they came here to play They could take me if they wanted But I have nothing worth counting And like the sands of Nevada They go drifting away Lady luck's still a mystery With her head on my shoulders And I don't know why I still want her to dance I guess that's all history What it is is I'm older And I'm still a fool For a one-way romance Her dice were red rubies They rolled and they tumbled And I never saw time Running out with my roll And in a wasteland of cut glass My dreams have all crumbled And I've paid with whatever I had left for a soul Now the dawn's broken even On an empty horizon No reason for folding No reason to stay It's too soon to be leaving Too late for criticising And the sands of Nevada They go drifting away