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Dire Straits
Dire Straits


Background information
Origin Newcastle, England
Genre(s) Rock
Roots Rock
Years active 1977—1995
Label(s) Vertigo Records
Phonogram Records
Associated acts Sting
The Notting Hillbillies
Michael Brecker
Former members
Mark Knopfler
John Illsley
Alan Clark
Guy Fletcher
David Knopfler
Hal Lindes
Terry Williams
Jack Sonni
Pick Withers



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Dire Straits Album


Live At The BBC (1995)
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Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline

Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder

Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm

She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When she's walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline


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your six blade knife do anything for you
anything you want it to
one blade is for breaking my heart
one blade for tearing me apart
your six blade knife - do anything for you

you can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
when you come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin
took a stone from my soul when i was lame
just so you could make me tame
you take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin

i wanna be free of that thing - i don't want it no more
i wanna be free of it now - you know i don't want it no more

everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
a needle a wife or something that you just can't see

you know it keeps you strong
yes and it'll do me wrong
your six blade knife - do anything for you

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high and dry in the long hot day
lost and lonely every way
got the flats all around me sky up above
yes i need a little water of love

i've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
crying out for some soothing rain
i believe i have taken enough
yes i need a little water of love

water of love deep in the ground
but there ain't no water here to be found
some day baby when the river runs free
it'll carry that water of love to me

there's a bird up in the tree sitting up high
waiting for me to die
if i don't get some water soon
i'll be dead and gone in the afternoon

once i had a woman i could call my own
once i had a woman now my woman she gone
once there was a river now there's a stone
you know it's evil when you're living alone

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Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans
Checking out the movies and the magazines
Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar
I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me for talking I wanna marry you
This is the seventh heaven street to me
Don't be so proud
You're just another angel in the crowd
And I'm walking in he wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend

And my conductress on the number nineteen
She was a honey
Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money
Greasy hair easy smile
Made me feel nineteen for a while
Amd wI went down to Chinatown
In the backroom it's a man's world
All the money go down
Duck inside the doorway duck to eat
Right now feels alright now
You and me we can't beat

And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
I feel alright to see her
But she's paid to do that stuff
She's dancing high I move on by
The close ups can get rough
When you're walking in the wild west end

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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
But the horns are blowing that sound
Way on down south, way on down south in London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... Yeah the Sultans played Creole... Creole

Then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.

Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
They're all in the station praying for trains
Cogregations late again
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He's crazy lion howling for a fight.

Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there's hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
Then she's reading about a swing to the right
But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions tonight
What happened to the lions.

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There's a shadow hanging over the valley
Total eclipse of the moon
Closing up the gates of the city
The wind plays a wild storm

Don't you put the lock upon the window
Don't you put the bar on the door
Don't you cry for the rain in the sky
You seen the storm before

Well, what's the matter with you baby
Baby, what's the matter now
Tell me what's the matter you running in the shadows
Every time you hear the wild man howl

C'mon, tell me what's the matter with you baby
Baby, what's the matter now
What's the matter now you running in the shadows
Every time you hear the wild man howl

Lightning gonna strike at midnight
Thunder gonna shake it around
Don't you flinch don't give an inch
Just a-let the flood come down

C'mon, tell me what's the matter with you baby
Baby, what's the matter now
What's the matter now you running in the shadows
Every time you hear the wild man howl

C'mon, tell me what's the matter with you baby
Baby, what's the matter now
What's the matter now you running in the shadows
Every time you hear the wild man howl

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getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
and I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
and I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am

in a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
she had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night
I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and I'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love

it's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk
she said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this
it's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and see
hey mister give me two give me two now cos any two can play

and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and I'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love

well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
money for muscle and another girl I dig
another hustle just to make it big
and walkaway walkaway

and girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids

she took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
she put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
and in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me
stay

and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and I'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love

and now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
in any shooting gallery where promises are made
to walkaway walkaway
to walkaway walkaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to walkaway

and girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids

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