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The Ragpicker's Dream

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Tras el éxito de su anterior trabajo, Mark Knopfler entregó en 2002 The Ragpicker's Dream, un álbum de carácter marcadamente acústico, íntimo y melancólico. Este disco, por lo tanto, baja las revoluciones para centrarse en la esencia de la canción y en el arte de contar historias. Es una obra de una belleza austera, perfecta para una escucha atenta y reposada.
El sonido del álbum está dominado por las guitarras acústicas, el contrabajo y las escobillas de la batería, creando una atmósfera folk y casi jazzística. De este modo, la voz cálida y susurrante de Knopfler se convierte en la protagonista, guiando al oyente a través de relatos de trabajadores, buscavidas y soñadores.
Las letras, por su parte, están llenas de empatía y de una observación detallada de la condición humana. En consecuencia, "The Ragpicker's Dream" es un trabajo de una gran profundidad emocional, un disco que quizás carece de singles evidentes pero que, a cambio, ofrece una experiencia de escucha coherente y muy gratificante.
Listado de canciones del álbum The Ragpicker's Dream
- Why Aye ManVer letra 6:14
[X]letra de Why Aye Man
"WHY AYE MAN"
We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat.
Economic refugees,
On the run to Germany.
We had the back of Maggie's hand,
Times were tough in Geordieland.
We got our tools and working gear
And humped it all from Newcastle to here.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
We're nomad tribes, travelling boys,
In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise.
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks,
Mixing concrete, laying bricks.
There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot.
United Nations what we got.
Brickies, chippies, every trade.
German building, British made.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Nay more work on Maggie's farm.
Haddaway down the autobahn.
Mine's a Portakabin bed,
Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead.
There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn.
And German tarts are wunderschön.
German beer is chemical free.
Germany's alright with me.
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high.
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high. - Devil BabyVer letra 4:05
[X]letra de Devil Baby
The freaks'll stay together
They're a tight old crew
You look at them
And they look at you
I love the ballyhoo girl
But she don't care
It's hard to find love anywhere
Hard to find love anywhere
The professor is the talker
He's the talking man
And if he can't clean a midway
Nobody can
He'll get the tip on in
From the midway mud
You gotta have the sawdust in the blood
Gotta have the sawdust in the blood
See the pig-faced man and the monkey girl
Come see the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come see the devil baby
Springer is the talker
He's the talking man
He's got the whole studio
Eating out of his hand
You can be on too
With the nuts and the geeks
Call 1-800-Ima freak
1-800-Ima freak
Be the pig-faced man or the monkey girl
Come be the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come be the devil baby
Be the pig-faced man or the monkey girl
Come be the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come be the devil baby - Hill Farmer's Blues 3:45
Músicos invitados: Paul Franklin (Steel Guitar [Pedal]) - A Place Where We Used To LiveVer letra 4:34
[X]letra de A Place Where We Used To Live
This empty kitchen's where
I'd while away the hours
Just next to my old chair
You'd usually have some flowers
The shelves of books
Even the picture hooks
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on
If this old neighbourhood
Survived us both alright
Don't know that it withstood
All the things that took our light
You on the stair
I can see you there
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on
Once there was a little girl
Used to wonder what she would be
Went out into the big wide world
Now she's just a memory
There used to be a little school here
Where I learned to write my name
But time has been a little cruel here
Time has no shame
It's just a place where
We used to live
It's just a place where
We used to live
Now in another town
You lead another life
And now upstairs and down
You're someone else's wife
Here in the dust
There's not a trace of us
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on
It's just a place where
We used to live
It's just a place where
We used to live - Quality ShoeVer letra 3:56
[X]letra de Quality Shoe
You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
(And a) Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You don't want no stand-by pair
Cause these'll take the wear and tear
Made to take good care of you
For that trip by road or rail
For extra grip on those rocky trails
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Now they maybe ain't too hot for dancing
But I don't foresee too much of that
You ain't exactly gonna be prancing
Around in the moonlight
With a cane and a top hat
If you could use a change of pace
And be excused from the rat race
Just take a look at what's on view
Lace 'em up, walk around
I guarantee you can't wear 'em down
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Now I wish you sunny skies
And happiness wherever you may go
But you got to realise
There'll be wind, there'll be rain
And occasional snow
You're gonna want to smile in them
If you're gonna walk a mile in them
There'll be times when you'll be blue
To laugh at rainy days and then
Make your getaways in them
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
(You got your) Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoeMúsicos invitados: Paul Franklin (Steel Guitar [Pedal]) - Fare Thee Well NorthumberlandVer letra 6:29
[X]letra de Fare Thee Well Northumberland
Come drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
My heart beats for my streets and alley
Longs to Dwell in the borderlands
The North-East shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well Northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
I'm bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
So drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn town that's God-forsaken
Goodbye old friend of mine
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
So roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, rollMúsicos invitados: Mike Henderson (Harmonica) - MarbletownVer letra 3:33
[X]letra de Marbletown
Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in Marbletown
A bone yard is the best
There was a bad bull on the railroad
Tried to pull me off this train
Lay me down in Marbletown
'Til the coast is clear again
I can hear them a-hollerin'
'We got a man down here
We got a man down'
I'm gonna flip me a cannonball
That won't stop for anyone
Lay me down in Marbletown
Wait 'til morning comes
I'm gonna roll out here in the tombstones
Wait here on my train
Lay me down in Marbletown
I hope that it don't rain
And I can still hear them hollerin'
'We got a man down here
We got a man down'
Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in Marbletown
A bone yard is the best - You Don't Know You're Born 5:20
Músicos invitados: Guy Fletcher (Backing Vocals) - CoyoteVer letra 5:56
[X]letra de Coyote
Look at me Coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
You can't catch me Coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burning
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Getting smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprising
I hope it's better than your last
Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dust
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do - The Ragpicker's Dream 4:20
Músicos invitados: Paul Franklin (Steel Guitar [Pedal]) - Daddy's Gone To Knoxville 2:48
Músicos invitados: Glen Duncan (Violin) - Old PigweedVer letra 4:34
[X]letra de Old Pigweed
Everything was in there
That you'd want to see
Corned beef and onions
And true love
Turnips and tinned tomatoes
Parsnips and A few potatoes
A couple extra blessings
From above
Now this here mingle-Mangle
Was my best one yet
A big old bad goulash
Worth waiting for
And I'm just about to dip my can
Taste some brotherhood of man
When I get A feeling
That there's A flaw
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just A minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
You won't find self-Improvement or philosophy
In A dumpster sitting by
The kitchen door
There's plenty leek and humble pie
Ain't too much ham on rye
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm looking for
But A spoonful of forgiveness
Goes A long, long way
And we all should do our best
To get along
Add A pinch of kindness crumbling
To your loving dumpling
Okra for thickening
When something's wrong
But who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just A minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
Tras el éxito de su anterior trabajo, Mark Knopfler entregó en 2002 The Ragpicker's Dream, un álbum de carácter marcadamente acústico, íntimo y melancólico. Este disco, por lo tanto, baja las revoluciones para centrarse en la esencia de la canción y en el arte de contar historias. Es una obra de una belleza austera, perfecta para una escucha atenta y reposada.
El sonido del álbum está dominado por las guitarras acústicas, el contrabajo y las escobillas de la batería, creando una atmósfera folk y casi jazzística. De este modo, la voz cálida y susurrante de Knopfler se convierte en la protagonista, guiando al oyente a través de relatos de trabajadores, buscavidas y soñadores.
Las letras, por su parte, están llenas de empatía y de una observación detallada de la condición humana. En consecuencia, "The Ragpicker's Dream" es un trabajo de una gran profundidad emocional, un disco que quizás carece de singles evidentes pero que, a cambio, ofrece una experiencia de escucha coherente y muy gratificante.
letra de Why Aye Man
We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat.
Economic refugees,
On the run to Germany.
We had the back of Maggie's hand,
Times were tough in Geordieland.
We got our tools and working gear
And humped it all from Newcastle to here.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
We're nomad tribes, travelling boys,
In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise.
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks,
Mixing concrete, laying bricks.
There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot.
United Nations what we got.
Brickies, chippies, every trade.
German building, British made.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Nay more work on Maggie's farm.
Haddaway down the autobahn.
Mine's a Portakabin bed,
Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead.
There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn.
And German tarts are wunderschön.
German beer is chemical free.
Germany's alright with me.
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep our spirit levels high.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man.
Why aye, why aye man.
Why aye man,
Why aye, why aye man.
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high.
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne,
But you're my pretty fräulein.
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry,
Keep wor spirit levels high.
letra de Devil Baby
They're a tight old crew
You look at them
And they look at you
I love the ballyhoo girl
But she don't care
It's hard to find love anywhere
Hard to find love anywhere
The professor is the talker
He's the talking man
And if he can't clean a midway
Nobody can
He'll get the tip on in
From the midway mud
You gotta have the sawdust in the blood
Gotta have the sawdust in the blood
See the pig-faced man and the monkey girl
Come see the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come see the devil baby
Springer is the talker
He's the talking man
He's got the whole studio
Eating out of his hand
You can be on too
With the nuts and the geeks
Call 1-800-Ima freak
1-800-Ima freak
Be the pig-faced man or the monkey girl
Come be the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come be the devil baby
Be the pig-faced man or the monkey girl
Come be the big fat lady
'Gator slim with the alligator skin
Come be the devil baby
Músicos invitados: Paul Franklin (Steel Guitar [Pedal])
letra de A Place Where We Used To Live
I'd while away the hours
Just next to my old chair
You'd usually have some flowers
The shelves of books
Even the picture hooks
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on
If this old neighbourhood
Survived us both alright
Don't know that it withstood
All the things that took our light
You on the stair
I can see you there
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on
Once there was a little girl
Used to wonder what she would be
Went out into the big wide world
Now she's just a memory
There used to be a little school here
Where I learned to write my name
But time has been a little cruel here
Time has no shame
It's just a place where
We used to live
It's just a place where
We used to live
Now in another town
You lead another life
And now upstairs and down
You're someone else's wife
Here in the dust
There's not a trace of us
Everything is gone
But my heart is hanging on
It's just a place where
We used to live
It's just a place where
We used to live
letra de Quality Shoe
(And a) Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You don't want no stand-by pair
Cause these'll take the wear and tear
Made to take good care of you
For that trip by road or rail
For extra grip on those rocky trails
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Now they maybe ain't too hot for dancing
But I don't foresee too much of that
You ain't exactly gonna be prancing
Around in the moonlight
With a cane and a top hat
If you could use a change of pace
And be excused from the rat race
Just take a look at what's on view
Lace 'em up, walk around
I guarantee you can't wear 'em down
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Now I wish you sunny skies
And happiness wherever you may go
But you got to realise
There'll be wind, there'll be rain
And occasional snow
You're gonna want to smile in them
If you're gonna walk a mile in them
There'll be times when you'll be blue
To laugh at rainy days and then
Make your getaways in them
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
(You got your) Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
letra de Fare Thee Well Northumberland
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
My heart beats for my streets and alley
Longs to Dwell in the borderlands
The North-East shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well Northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
I'm bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
So drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn town that's God-forsaken
Goodbye old friend of mine
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
So roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
letra de Marbletown
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in Marbletown
A bone yard is the best
There was a bad bull on the railroad
Tried to pull me off this train
Lay me down in Marbletown
'Til the coast is clear again
I can hear them a-hollerin'
'We got a man down here
We got a man down'
I'm gonna flip me a cannonball
That won't stop for anyone
Lay me down in Marbletown
Wait 'til morning comes
I'm gonna roll out here in the tombstones
Wait here on my train
Lay me down in Marbletown
I hope that it don't rain
And I can still hear them hollerin'
'We got a man down here
We got a man down'
Roll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in Marbletown
A bone yard is the best
Músicos invitados: Guy Fletcher (Backing Vocals)
letra de Coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
You can't catch me Coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burning
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Getting smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprising
I hope it's better than your last
Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dust
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Músicos invitados: Paul Franklin (Steel Guitar [Pedal])
Músicos invitados: Glen Duncan (Violin)
letra de Old Pigweed
That you'd want to see
Corned beef and onions
And true love
Turnips and tinned tomatoes
Parsnips and A few potatoes
A couple extra blessings
From above
Now this here mingle-Mangle
Was my best one yet
A big old bad goulash
Worth waiting for
And I'm just about to dip my can
Taste some brotherhood of man
When I get A feeling
That there's A flaw
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just A minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
You won't find self-Improvement or philosophy
In A dumpster sitting by
The kitchen door
There's plenty leek and humble pie
Ain't too much ham on rye
Sometimes I wonder
What I'm looking for
But A spoonful of forgiveness
Goes A long, long way
And we all should do our best
To get along
Add A pinch of kindness crumbling
To your loving dumpling
Okra for thickening
When something's wrong
But who put old pigweed
In the mulligan
Was it you
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew
I close my eyes
For just A minute
What do you do
Who put old pigweed
In the mulligan stew