Álbum Shangri-La de Mark Knopfler - Canciones

Shangri-La

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  1. 5.15 A.M.Ver letra 5:54

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    5.15 A.M.

    Snow laying all around

    A collier cycles home

    From his night shift underground

    Past the silent pub

    Primary school, workingmens club

    On the road from the pithead

    The churchyard packed

    With mining dead



    Then beneath the bridge

    He comes to a giant car

    A shroud of snow upon the roof

    A mark ten jaguar

    He thought the man was fast asleep

    Silent, still and deep

    Both dead and cold

    Shot through

    With bullet holes



    The one armed bandit man

    Came north to fill his boots

    Came up from cockneyland

    E-type jags and flashy suits

    Put your money in

    Pull the levers

    Watch them spin

    Cash cows in all the pubs

    But he preferred the new nightclubs



    Nineteen sixty-seven

    Bandit men in birdcage heaven

    La dolce vita, sixty-nine

    All new to people of the tyne



    Who knows who did what

    Somebody made a call

    They said his hands

    Were in the pot

    That he'd been skimming hauls

    He picks up the swag

    They gaily gave away

    Drives his giant jag

    Off to his big pay day



    The bandit man

    Came north to fill his boots

    Came up from cockneyland

    E-type jags and flashy suits

    The bandit man

    Came up the great north road

    Up to geordieland

    To mine

    The mother lode



    Seams blew up or cracked

    Black diamonds came hard won

    Generations toiled and hacked

    For a pittance and black lung

    Crushed by tub or stone

    Together

    And alone

    How the young and old

    Paid the price of coal



    Eighteen sixty-seven

    My angel's gone to heaven

    He'll be happy there

    Sunlight and sweet clean air



    They gather round the glass

    Tough hewers and crutters

    Child trappers and putters

    The little foals and half-marrows

    Who pushed

    And pulled the barrows

    The hod boys

    And the rolleywaymen

    5.15 A.M.

  2. Boom, Like ThatVer letra 5:49

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    I'm going to san bernardino
    Ring-a-ding-ding
    Milkshake mixers
    That's my thing, now
    These guys bought
    A heap of my stuff
    And I gotta see a good thing
    Sure enough, now
    Or my name's not kroc
    That's kroc with a 'k'
    Like 'crocodile'
    But not spelled that way, yeah
    It's dog eat dog
    Rat eat rat
    Kroc-style
    Boom, like that

    The folks line up
    All down the street
    And i'm seeing this girl
    Devour her meat, now
    And then I get it, wham
    As clear as day
    My pulse begins to hammer
    And I hear a voice say:
    These boys have
    Got this down
    Oughtta be a one of these
    In every town
    These boys have
    Got the touch
    It's clean as a whistle
    And it don't cost much
    Wham, bam
    You don't wait long
    Shake, fries
    Patty, you're gone
    And how about that
    Friendly name?
    Heck, every little thing
    Oughtta stay the same
    Or my name's not kroc
    That's kroc with a 'k'
    Like 'crocodile'
    But not spelled that way, now
    It's dog eat dog
    Rat eat rat
    Kroc-style
    Boom, like that

    You gentlemen
    Ought to expand
    You're going to need
    A helping hand, now
    So, gentlemen
    Well, what about me?
    We'll make a little
    Business history, now
    Or my name's not kroc
    Call me ray
    Like 'crocodile'
    But not spelled that way, now
    It's dog eat dog
    Rat eat rat
    Kroc-style
    Boom, like that

    Well we build it up
    And I buy 'em out
    But, man they made me
    Grind it out, now
    They open up a new place
    Flipping meat
    So I do, too
    Right across the street
    I got the name
    I need the town
    They sell up in the end
    And it all shuts down
    Sometimes you gotta
    Be an S. O. B.
    You wanna make a dream
    Reality
    Competition?
    Send 'em south
    If they're gonna drown
    Put a hose in their mouth
    Do not pass 'go'
    Go straight to hell
    I smell that
    Meat hook smell
    Or my name's not kroc
    That's kroc with a 'k'
    Like 'crocodile'
    But not spelled that way, now
    It's dog eat dog
    Rat eat rat
    Kroc-style
    Boom, like that

  3. Sucker RowVer letra 4:56

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    Somebody's gotta crack
    A whip around here
    Who's minding the store?
    Shake it up sell some beer
    What's your
    Money maker for?
    Pay day
    We're packin' 'em in
    Six-gun annie
    And buffalo jill
    But who's to say
    They'll be back again
    For a refill?
    Honey, you know the drill
    Ain't no left turn
    Down sleepy time street
    You gotta be fast
    But you gotta stay loose
    Thinking
    On your feet
    Slick as grass
    Through a goose
    We gotta
    Rationalise
    The payroll
    Is giving me chills
    You and me's
    Getting organised
    It's kill or be killed
    Honey, you know the drill

    Well they can all look down
    On sucker row
    But they all forget
    The tallest trees
    From acorns grow
    Though they ain't yet
    I never look down
    On a sucker stake
    They all pay the bills
    I never gave a sucker
    An even break
    And i never will

    A beautiful vision
    Keeps coming to me
    I see
    A miracle mile
    Flying in
    For free
    Service
    With a smile
    High rollers
    Fancy hotels
    Big time singers
    Topping the bill
    You gotta have a feel
    For the stuff that sells
    Call it a skill
    Honey, you know the drill
    Somebody's gotta crack
    A whip around here
    Who's
    Minding the store?
    Shake it up
    Sell some beer
    Money walking
    Through the door
    Annie's arriving
    At a dangerous age
    Don't you
    Go getting ill
    Get another woman
    Up in the cage
    Who ain't over the hill
    Honey, you know the drill

  4. The Trawlerman's Song 5:02
  5. Back To TupeloVer letra 4:31

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    Around the time of 'clambake'
    Movie number twenty-five
    You and the lying dutchman
    Are still in overdrive
    You're as strong as when you started
    Mississippi in your soul
    You can still be marlon brando
    And the king of rock and roll

    It isn't just the records
    No, you must have hollywood
    The songs alone are not enough
    That much is understood
    You'll soon be back in memphis
    Maybe then you'll know what to do
    The storylines they're giving you
    Are just not ringing true

    Oh, it's a ways to go
    Back to tupelo

    When you're young and beautiful
    Your dreams are all ideals
    Later on it's not the same
    Lord, everything is real
    Sixteen hundred miles of highway
    Roll back to the truth
    And a song to give your mother
    In your first recording booth

    Around the time of 'clambake'
    That old dream's still rolling on
    Sometimes there'll be the feeling
    Things are going wrong
    The morning star is fading
    Lord, the mississippi's cold
    You can still be marlon brando
    And the king of rock and roll

    But it's a ways to go
    Back to tupelo

  6. Our Shangri-LaVer letra 5:41

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    It's

    the end of a perfect day for surfer boys and girls The
    sun's dropping down in the bay and falling off the world There's
    a diamond in the sky our, evening star in, our shangri-la Get

    that fire burning strong right here and right now It's
    here and then it's gone there's, no secret anyhow We.
    may never love again to the music of guitars in our shangri-la Tonight

    your beauty burns into my memory The
    wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly This
    is all the heaven we've got right, here where we are in our shangri-la Tonight.

    your beauty burns into my memory The
    wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly This
    is all the heaven we've got right, here where we are in our shangri-la In.
    our shangri-la In
    our shangri-la

  7. Everybody PaysVer letra 5:24

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    I got shot off my horse
    So what? I'm up again
    And playing
    In one of these
    Big saloons on main
    You can come up here
    Take a look
    Around these sinners' dens
    You're only ever going to find
    One or two real games
    Nobody's driving
    Me underground
    Not yet anyway
    But either on the strip
    Or on the edge of town
    Everybody pays
    Everybody pays to play

    Yeah, you ought to stay
    Right where you are
    In sawdust land
    It's probably the
    Safest place to be
    With your
    Greasy little pork pies
    And your shoestring hands
    It makes
    No difference to me
    All those directions
    Which we never took
    To go our different ways
    Who went and wrote
    The oldest story in the book?
    Everybody pays
    Everybody pays to play

    Curl up inside
    A boxcar dream
    And disappear
    With a couple
    Low roller friends
    You were never one
    For trouble
    So get out of here
    I knew the game
    Was dangerous back then
    But nobody's breezing
    Through these swinging doors
    Just ups and walks away
    Everybody has to leave
    Some blood here on the floor
    Everybody pays
    Everybody pays to play

  8. Song For Sonny ListonVer letra 5:06

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    Song for sonny liston

    So many mouths
    To feed on the farm
    Sonny was the second
    To the last one born
    His mamma ran away
    And his daddy beat him bad
    And he grew up wild
    Good love he never had

    He had a left
    Like henry's hammer
    A right like betty bamalam
    Rode with the muggers
    In the dark and dread
    And all them sluggers
    Went down like lead

    Well he hung with the hoods
    He wouldn't stroke the fans
    But he had dynamite
    In both his hands
    Boom bam
    Like the slammer door
    The bell and the can
    And the bodies on the floor

    Beware the bear's in town
    Somebody's money says
    The bear's going down
    Yeah, the bear never smiles
    Sonny's going down
    For miles and miles
    Sonny's going down
    For miles and miles

    The writers didn't like him
    The fight game jocks
    With his lowlife backers
    And his hands like rocks
    They didn't want to have
    A bogey man
    They didn't like him
    And he didn't like them

    Black cadillac
    Alligator boots
    Money in the pockets
    Of his sharkskin suits
    Some say the bear
    Took a flop
    They couldn't believe it
    When they saw him drop

    He had a left
    Like henry's hammer
    A right like betty bamalam
    Rode with the muggers
    In the dark and dread
    And all them sluggers
    Went down like lead

    Joe louis was his hero
    He tried to be the same
    But a criminal child
    Wears a ball and chain
    So the civil rights people
    Didn't want him on the throne
    And the hacks and the cops
    Wouldn't leave him alone

    Beware the bear's in town
    Somebody's money says
    The bear's going down
    Yeah, the bear never smiles
    Sonny's going down
    For miles and miles
    Sonny's going down
    For miles and miles

    At the foot of his bed
    With his feet on the floor
    There was dope in his veins
    And a pistol on the drawer
    There was no investigation
    As such
    He hated needles
    But he knew too much

    Criss-crossed
    On his back
    Scars from his daddy
    Like slavery tracks
    The second-last child
    Was the second-last king
    Never again was it the same
    In the ring

    He had a left
    Like henry's hammer
    A right like betty bamalam
    Rode with the muggers
    In the dark and dread
    And all them sluggers
    Went down like lead

    They never could be sure
    About the day he was born
    A motherless child
    Set to working on the farm
    And they never could be sure
    About the day he died
    The bear was the king
    They cast aside

    Beware the bear's in town
    Somebody's money says
    The bear's going down
    Yeah, the bear never smiles
    Sonny's going down
    For miles and miles
    Sonny's going down
    For miles and miles

    "some day they're gonna write a
    Blues for fighters. It'll just be for
    Slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell. "

    Sonny liston 1962

  9. Whoop De DooVer letra 3:53

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    If i'm over the moon
    It's because i'm over you
    A day at a time
    And i'm tickety-boo
    I don't carry on
    The way i used to
    Whoop de doo
    Whoop de doo

    If i'm doing great
    It's because when i get home
    I don't go straight
    To my answerphone
    And the tears don't come
    The way they used to
    Whoop de doo
    Whoop de doo

    So many little things
    Are so much better now
    They were only the little things
    Anyhow

    If i'm over the moon
    It's because that's what i am
    Funny that once
    I used to give a damn
    And i'd do anything
    In the whole wide world for you
    Whoop de doo
    Whoop de doo

    Anything
    Anything you'd want me to
    Whoop de doo
    Whoop de doo

  10. Postcards From ParaguayVer letra 4:07

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    One thing was leading to the next
    I bit off more than I could chew
    I had the power to sign the cheques
    It wasn't difficult to do
    I couldn't stay and face the music
    So many reasons why
    I won't be sending postcards
    From paraguay

    I robbed a bank full of dinero
    A great big mountain of dough
    So it was goodbye companero
    And cheerio
    I couldn't stay and face the music
    So many reasons why
    I won't be sending postcards
    From paraguay

    I never meant to be a cheater
    But there was blood on the wall
    I had to steal from peter
    To pay what I owed to paul
    I couldn't stay and face the music
    So many reasons why
    I won't be sending postcards
    From paraguay

  11. All That MattersVer letra 3:08

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    My darling girl
    My darling girl
    You're all that matters
    In this wicked world
    All that matters
    All that matters
    My darling boy
    My darling boy
    All of my sunshine
    And all of my joy
    You're all that matters
    All that matters

    Well, I can't stop the pain
    When it calls
    I'm a man
    And I can't stop the rain
    When it falls, my darling
    Who can?

    My darling girl
    My darling girl
    You're all that matters
    In this wicked world
    All that matters
    All that matters
    My darling friend
    My darling friend
    All we've got going
    Is love in the end
    It's all that matters
    All that matters

  12. Stand Up GuyVer letra 4:32

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    Brew the coffee in a bucket
    Double straight man and banjo
    If you don't got the snake oil
    Buster, you don't got a show
    Who puts the doh-re-me
    In our pockets
    Keeps the party going on?
    It's the man
    Who sells the potions
    I'm just one who plays the songs
    Now they generally buys
    The bigger size
    They usually rub it in
    I drank it once, it tasted
    Like grease and paraffin
    It's mostly alcohol, okay
    You can't deny it's strong
    We was going through the motions
    'til the doctor came along

    There stands the bottle
    Ladies and gentlemen
    All these bottles
    Don't have to tell you, friends
    These days miracles
    Don't come falling from the sky
    Raise your glasses to the doctor
    To a stand up guy

    When the monkeyshine is flying
    And he's promising the cure
    He says the french
    For your lovesick blues
    La maladie d'amour
    He gets the chumps all laughing
    But he gets a few to buy
    Here's to beefsteak
    When you're hungry
    And whiskey when you're dry
    Now the band'll blow their moolah
    Like sailors gone ashore
    Now we're going to west helena
    To gamble, drink and whore
    Let's you and me
    All make whoopee
    Here's mud in your eye
    Here's to all the gals you ever want
    And heaven when you die

    There stands the bottle
    Ladies and gentlemen
    All these bottles
    Don't have to tell you, friends
    These days miracles
    Don't come falling from the sky
    Raise your glasses to the doctor
    To a stand up guy

    There's a big cheese with a cigar
    Been sizing up the show
    He wants to get the doctor
    Pitching on the radio
    I will make a switch to guitar
    But the rules all still apply
    They want to trust somebody
    Yeah, they want a stand up guy

    There stands the bottle
    Here's to absent friends
    All these bottles
    Dead soldiers in the end
    These days miracles
    Don't come falling from the sky
    Raise your glasses to the doctor
    To a stand up guy
    To the doctor
    A stand up guy

  13. Donegan's Gone 3:05
  14. Don't Crash The Ambulance 5:06

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