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Tracker

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El octavo álbum en solitario de Mark Knopfler se titula "Tracker" y fue lanzado el 16 de marzo de 2015 por los sellos Mercury (en Reino Unido) y Verve (en estados Unidos), bajo la producción del propio Knopfler.

El álbum fue grabado en los estudios British Groove Studios, en Londres, e incluye once temas de diferente temática, siempre con tono irónico, incluyendo dos temas dedicados a Beryl Bainbridge, un poeta británico que no obtuvo el reconocimiento hasta después de su fallecimiento, y Basil Bunting, al igual que el anterior, un poeta modernista que enfatizaba la sonoridad musical en sus poemas.

Mark Knopfler huye de discos para un público masivo. Eso era para Dire Straits. Ahora, en su carrera en solitario, prefiere temas más cercanos, susurrar letras acompañado de su guitarra y contar historias más íntimas.

Si bien es cierto que en alguno de los temas, como en "Broken Bones", Knopfler saca su vieja garra de guitarrista, la mayoría del álbum lo componen temas susurrados, de los que podríamos escuchar en una taberna en buena compañía y en una atmósfera relajada.

El álbum "Tracker" tiene influencias de jazz, de country, de folk y de música celta. El tema "River Towns" es un canto a la soledad, con un soberbio toque de saxo. La nostálgica "Silver Eagle" es interpretada tan solo por la guitarra desgarrada de Knopfler y toques de piano.

Un álbum este de Mark Knopfler que derrocha melancolía y que le sitúa en las antípodas de los sonidos de su anterior banda.

Listado de canciones del álbum Tracker

  1. Laugh And Jokes And Drinks And Smokes 6:39
  2. BasilVer letra 5:44

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    letra de Basil

    My Saturday job pays six and six down

    A copy boy at the Chronicle

    Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns

    Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town

    Boy, do we get around



    Basil sits there on the table for subs

    But not a part of the Bri-nylon club

    Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job

    Bored out of his mind

    With the Colins and Bobs



    I’m a jack and a lad

    And I’m up for the world

    And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl



    He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell

    Poets have to eat as well

    What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today

    To have time to think about time

    And young love thrown away



    I’m a jack and a lad

    And I’m up for the world

    And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl



    Starlings swarming

    A cloud over Grainger Street

    Over the black church

    Over the Black Gate

    And the shadowy Keep



    He peers through his wire rims

    At the fish and chip words

    He’s supposed to dish up and forget

    His drudgery now has become slightly blurred

    By one of his Players untipped cigarettes



    Bury all joy

    Put the poems in sacks

    And bury me here with the hacks



    In the summer the fair

    Will stretch over the Moor

    Lovers will lie and make out in the park

    Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf

    And goes out into the dark

  3. River TownsVer letra 6:16

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    letra de River Towns

    I came in three days early

    To meet my boat

    It ain’t the life of Riley

    But it’s keeping me afloat

    It’s quiet over Christmas

    If you got no place to go

    I got my home from river rats

    The only home I know



    I found myself a flophouse

    And I hit the streets at nine

    Get some grub and drink a beer

    Maybe go down the line

    These chips will take your money

    Shake a young man down

    It’s the same in every one of these

    Sorry river towns



    River towns, sorry river towns

    River towns

    River towns, sorry river towns

    River towns



    Well I picked me up a bottle

    To take back to the room

    Then I saw a young girl standing

    In a doorway in the gloom

    We’d hardly started talking

    The old scenario

    And I just let her work me over

    Down by the Ohio



    River towns, sorry river towns

    River towns

    River towns, sorry river towns

    River towns



    When I asked her if she’d like to stay

    She was down my stairs so quick

    I never asked what got her started

    With the sorry river tricks

    So I get the bottle open

    But something’s hit a nerve

    And I’m looking in the mirror

    At the face that I deserve



    River towns, sorry river towns

    River towns

    River towns, sorry river towns

    River towns

  4. SkydiverVer letra 4:38

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    letra de Skydiver

    I’ve been banned from every racecourse in the country

    There’s something about the unsure thing

    Like scoring with a beauty of the county

    It always makes the old bell ring



    I like to go for broke and I’ll be randy

    It’s got to be the unsure thing

    In the Bentley Continental with the brandy

    It always makes the old bell ring



    And when it’s gone, all gone

    I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing

    I go where I want, I do what I want

    And I don’t give a damn about a thing



    Skydiver



    Today I lost a packet at Wincanton

    Dive Bomber in the 2.15

    All on the nose and no-one counting

    Nothing wishy-washy in between



    Back when I made the pivotal decision

    To take a winding road that I could see

    It was just like being given an incredible permission

    The rules don’t apply to me



    And when it’s gone, all gone

    I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing

    I go where I want, I do what I want

    And I don’t give a damn about a thing



    Skydiver



    I’m not being brave, it’s my money, not my life

    When I need to take a break from the brushes and the knife

    And I always took a fancy to the ones

    Heading straight into the teeth of the guns



    Skydiver

  5. Mighty ManVer letra 5:55

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    letra de Mighty Man

    A room on the top floor

    And the chest all but knackered

    Two fingers not working

    And the back’s shot to hell

    It’s a lifetime of digging trenches

    In the cold and wet weather

    And for laying half the roadway

    In England as well



    You’d finish in the one place

    It was straight to the next one

    And you never could settle

    And you were always alone

    Just a drifter in limbo

    I was best off away, son

    Just one of the thousands

    Who could never go home



    That’s your mighty man, son

    Your mighty man



    Well, the boat and the train ride

    In a misty November

    We had the worst of the lodgings

    And we hated the subs

    Ma’s face on the leaving

    I will always remember

    And we wouldn’t get paid

    Until they had closed up their pubs



    And I could stand up on horseback

    Was the man for the singing

    Put my hand up for boxing

    At the fairground on the heath

    I could play my accordion

    And charm all of the women

    And dance round the taproom

    With a chair in my teeth



    That’s your mighty man, son

    Your mighty man

    That’s your mighty man, son

    Your mighty man

  6. Broken BonesVer letra 5:30

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    letra de Broken Bones

    She likes a man with a broken nose

    Lucky for me, I suppose

    Shots coming in like the monthly bills

    Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill



    Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own

    You take your medicine and go home

    You take it like a man, on the chin

    And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in



    Now let me go home, got to lay in ice

    And I don’t want to hear no more advice

    Just give me my clothes

    Get me out of this place

    How many more stitches in my face?



    Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

    Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

    Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

    Broken bones, you carry ‘em home



    He had the punch lines, I was the joke

    Every shot felt like something broke

    It was all much more than a man should stand

    And I finally went down to a big right hand



    Now let me go home, got to lay in ice

    And I don’t want to hear no more advice

    Just give me my clothes

    Get me out of this place

    How many more stitches in my face?



    Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

    Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

    Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

    Broken bones, you carry ‘em home



    Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

    Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

    Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em

    Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

  7. Long Cool GirlVer letra 5:05

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    letra de Long Cool Girl

    All I do is think of you

    As I go around the world

    All I do is think of you

    Long, cool girl



    Long, cool girl

    I like to say her name

    Long, cool girl

    With a showgirl frame



    You took a look at me

    I took a look at you

    Now I just can’t see

    What a man’s supposed to do



    Long, cool girl

    I like to say her name

    Long, cool girl

    With a showgirl frame



    Me and you we’re 3 and 2

    Something’s gonna happen now, it has to

    Me and you we’re 3 and 2

    Something’s gonna happen now, it has to



    Pressure drop and weather change

    All around the world

    You got me at point blank range

    Long, cool girl



    Long, cool girl

    I like to say her name

    Long, cool girl

    With a showgirl frame



    All I do is think of you

    As I go around the world

    All I do is think of you

    Long, cool girl

  8. Lights Of TaorminaVer letra 6:09

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    letra de Lights Of Taormina

    There’s laughter in the darkness

    Music floating in across the bay

    He’s half listening and wondering

    How he could have let her slip away

    So long ago but still he wants to know

    If anyone has seen her

    And he’s sitting out in the night

    Looking down upon the lights of Taormina



    They were young and love was shining

    Like the colours of the rainbow

    Desire felt like choking

    Love was smoking under the volcano

    He can still taste her kisses

    Sweet as the red wine from Messina

    Now he’s sitting out in the night

    Looking down upon the lights of Taormina



    Seems like another lifetime

    When they rambled along the shore

    Seems like another lifetime

    She used to call him her sweet senor

    Maybe in another lifetime

    On a pathway to the sea

    Maybe there they’ll be



    The crowd calls for the emperor

    Raise their hands to hail another king

    But he’s been so long a wanderer

    Another crowd can never mean a thing

    He came, he saw, he conquered

    Ten thousand voices roared in the arena

    Now he’s sitting out in the night

    Looking down upon the lights of Taormina



    He hears the chimes of history

    Myths of gods and men forever ringing

    Ancient dreams in all their mystery

    Wars for Sicily and Spartan women

    In the mists of antiquity

    Ships of war set sail from Carthagina

    Now he’s sitting out in the night

    Looking down upon the lights of Taormina

    Sitting out in the night

    Looking down upon the lights of Taormina

  9. Silver EagleVer letra 5:01

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    letra de Silver Eagle

    It was so late and she’d be sleeping

    He came through her home town

    With the moonlight on the crossroads

    And the green light shining down

    And the bell at the railroad crossing

    And the horn from far away

    And his Silver Eagle passing

    Half a mile from where she lay



    At his feet a sea of faces

    Make devotions with their love

    Clap their hands and plead their cases

    Call for blessings from above

    Like the rolling waves forever massing

    To crash and foam and creep away

    And the Silver Eagle passing

    Half a mile from where she lay



    Road signs flow into the headlights

    Whisper names and fall behind

    He finds some honor in the darkness

    Hopes for grace and peace of mind

    And he thinks of how they’d lay together

    He’d run his fingers through her hair

    And he wonders if she’ll ever

    Come to know that he was there

  10. BerylVer letra 3:10

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    letra de Beryl

    Beryl was on another level

    When she got a Booker medal

    She was dead in her grave

    After all she gave

    After all she gave



    Beryl, every time they’d overlook her

    When they gave her a Booker

    She was dead in her grave

    After all she gave

    After all she gave



    It’s all too late now

    It’s all too late now

    It’s too late, you dabblers

    It’s all too late

    It’s too late, you dabblers

    It’s all too late



    Beryl, the tobacco overtook her

    When they gave her a Booker

    She was dead in her grave

    After all she gave

    After all she gave



    It’s all too late now

    It’s all too late now

    It’s too late, you dabblers

    It’s all too late

    It’s too late, you dabblers

    It’s all too late



    Beryl was on another level

    When she got a Booker medal

    She was dead in her grave

    After all she gave

    After all she gave

    After all she gave

    After all she gave

  11. Whenever I Go 6:24

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