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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepard's delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight I want my reward in heaven tonight Just like you promised Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm Angel of Mercy there's no need for alarm The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms You know he's honest Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right sweet angel Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn All I need is a little oblivion You don't need protection Here comes the moonlight down on your bed Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head I don't want your money I want you instead Don't need rejection Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Well if you cross your heart and spit And swear upon the grave of your mother You got to get in the hit Tell me that I'm your all night lover Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight
I got the dragon at noon, yes and won the fight Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms You know he's honest Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Sweet angel Well now it's too late for talkin', we can talk later on Let the saxaphone play us till the chorus of dawn And I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection Well now here comes the moonlight down on your bed Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head I don't want your money, I want you instead Don't need rejection yeah Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight Well, if you cross your heart And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother You gotta get into it, you gotta Tell me that I'm more than a lover Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms (1985)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - Money For Nothing (1988)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
Calling Elvis - is anybody home
Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone All right Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Calling Elvis - is anybody home
Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone All right Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Calling Elvis - is anybody home
Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone All right Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Calling elvis - is anybody home
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling elvis - is anybody home Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling elvis - is anybody home Calling elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling elvis - I'm here all alone |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to make He's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he could talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he'd be saying something else But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say, Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique And now the rumors are flying Speculation rising Say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon Then we get the story a serious breeze And a photograph taken in the hall You don't have to worry with the previous release Right now, he's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to a wall He's incummunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communique You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he could talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photography a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communique Communique Communication |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits (1978)
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 Well, near misses on the dogleap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A foghorn blowing out a-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 or the railway line She can still hear him whisper Let's go down to the waterline |
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from Dire Straits - Money For Nothing (1988)
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 Well, near misses on the dogleap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A foghorn blowing out a-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 or the railway line She can still hear him whisper Let's go down to the waterline |
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from Dire Straits - Live At The Bbc [live] (1995)
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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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
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 Well, near misses on the dogleap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A foghorn blowing out a-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 or the railway line She can still hear him whisper Let's go down to the waterline |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
she gets the sun in the daytime perfume in the dusk and she comes out in the night time with the honeysuckle musk because she smells just like a rose and she tastes just like a peach she got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do anything to reach her and she was made in heaven heaven's in the world is this just expresso love you know i'm crazy for the girl she call me just to talk she's my lover, she's a friend of mine she says hey mister you wanna take a walk in the wild west end sometime and i get trouble with my breathing she says boys don't know anything but i know what i want i want everything well i feel so good cos i feel so good and i feel so good cos it feels so right i was made to go with my girl like a saxophone was made to go with the night and she can raise one eyebrow put her hand on my hip and i close one eye now sweat on her tip and i surrender to the fever she love me so tender i got to believe her love? expresso love's alright i don't want no sugar in it thank you very much all wired up on it all fired up on it expresso touch hey maestro expresso it's just another one just like the other one hey maestro expresso is this another one just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - Alchemy - Dire Straits Live - 1 & 2 [live] (1984)
She gets the sun in the daytime
Perfume in the dusk And she comes out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells just like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd go anything to reach her And she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl She call me just to talk She's my lover she's a friend of mine She says hey mister you wanna take a walk In the wild west end sometime And I get trouble with my breathing She says boys don't know anything But I know what I want I want everything Well I feel so good cos I feel so good And I feel so good cos it feels so right I was made to go with my girl Like a saxophone was made to go with the night And she can raise one eyebrow Put her hand on my hip And I close one eye now Sweat on her lip And I surrender to the fever I surrender to the will of the night She love me so tender I got to believe her Love? Expresso love's alright I don't want no sugar in it Thank you very much All wired up on it all fired up on it Expresso touch Hey maestro expresso It's just another one just like the other one Hey maestro expresso It's this another one just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
One two one two three four
She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she come out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do anything to reach her And she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah she call me just to talk Well she's my lover she's a friend of mine Says hey mister d'you wanna take a walk In the wild west end sometime And I get trouble with my breathing When she says boys don't know anything But I know what I want (I want 'o tell you something) Yes I want everything Cos she was made in heaven And heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Yes heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love See I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah you know I feel so good cos I feel so good And I feel so good cos it feels so right I was made to go with my girl Just like a saxophone was made to go with the night Take it take it She can raise one eyebrow Put her hand on my hip And I close one eye now Sweat on her lip oh Oh and I surrender to the fever And I surrender to the will of the night She love me so tender I got to believe her Love? Huh! Expresso love's alright Cos she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl My my my my No well I don't want no sugar in it No thank you very very very All wired up on it all fired up on it Expresso touch Hey maestro expresso now Hey maestro she said expresso now It's just another one just like the other one It's just another one just like the other other one Oh hey maestro expresso now I say hey maestro expresso now Just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
One two one two three four
She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she come out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she smells like a rose And she tastes just like a peach She got me walking where the wildlife goes I'd do anything to reach her And she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah she call me just to talk Well she's my lover she's a friend of mine Says hey mister d'you wanna take a walk In the wild west end sometime And I get trouble with my breathing When she says boys don't know anything But I know what I want (I want 'o tell you something) Yes I want everything Cos she was made in heaven And heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Yes heaven's in the world Is this just expresso love See I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl Yeah you know I feel so good cos I feel so good And I feel so good cos it feels so right I was made to go with my girl Just like a saxophone was made to go with the night Take it take it She can raise one eyebrow Put her hand on my hip And I close one eye now Sweat on her lip oh Oh and I surrender to the fever And I surrender to the will of the night She love me so tender I got to believe her Love? Huh! Expresso love's alright Cos she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Oh she was made in heaven Heaven's in the world Is this expresso love You know I'm crazy for the girl Just a-crazy for the girl My my my my No well I don't want no sugar in it No thank you very very very All wired up on it all fired up on it Expresso touch Hey maestro expresso now Hey maestro she said expresso now It's just another one just like the other one It's just another one just like the other other one Oh hey maestro expresso now I say hey maestro expresso now Just like the other one |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
I wonder where you are tonight
You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight In gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you always had the knack Fade to black I bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger round the rim of his glass Run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back Fade to black Well maybe it's all for the best But I wish I'd never been lassooed Maybe it's some kind of test But I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to hell and back Fade to black |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
I wonder where you are tonight
You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight In gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you always had the knack Fade to black I bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger round the rim of his glass Run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back Fade to black Well maybe it's all for the best But I wish I'd never been lassooed Maybe it's some kind of test But I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to hell and back Fade to black |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
I wonder where you are tonight
You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight In gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you always had the knack Fade to black I bet you already made a pass I see a darkened room somewhere You run your finger round the rim of his glass Run your fingers through his hair They scratch across his back Fade to black Well maybe it's all for the best But I wish I'd never been lassooed Maybe it's some kind of test But I wish I'd never been tattooed Or been to hell and back Fade to black |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon a stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really liked to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries Virgins ascending to the skies tonight All day long I have passed my time alone When the church bells rung I stayed out on the tower In a dying sun Come on woman, come follow me home Well I don't need no priest But I love all of the people Yes I share the feast So drink up my wine Yes and the song in my bones I know the way I can see by the moonlight Clear as the day Now come on woman, come follow me home |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight All day long they been slaughtering upon the stone. Share out the meat Yeah you really like to eat, Come on, woman, come, follow me home. Oh well the priest, he cried 'Virgin ascending to the skies tonight' All day long I've passed my time alone. When the church bell rung Stayed out on the tower in the dying sun Now come on, woman, come, follow me home. Well I don't need no priest But I love all of the people Yes, I share the feast So drink up more wine, yes, and a song in my bones I know the way I can see by the moonlight, clear as the day, Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home. |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
the sky is crying the streets are full of tears rain come down wash away my tears and all this writing on the wall oh i can read between the lines rain come down forgive this dirty town rain come down and give this dirty town a drink of water a drink of wine if i been hard on you i never chose to be i never wanted no one else i tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to hand in hand like lovers are supposed to as you'd sleep i'd think my heart would break in two i'd kiss your cheek i'd stop myself from waking you but in the dark you'd speak my name you'd say baby what's wrong? oh here i am baby i'm coming back for more i'm like a wave that's got to roll into the shore yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong? now you and me go parallel together and apart and you keep the perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart did you never feel the distance you never tried to cross no line now it's another dirty river and another dirty scar and i don't know who's kissing you and i don't know where you are so far from home don't you think of me sometime sky is crying see the streets are full of tears rain coming down to wash away my fears and all this writing on the wall oh i can read between the lines |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
The sky is crying the streets are full of tears
Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of wine If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to As you'd sleep I'd think my heart will break in two I'd kiss your cheek I'd stop myself from waking you But in the dark you'd speak my name You'd say baby what's wrong? Oh here I am baby I'm coming back for more I'm like the wave that's got to roll into the shore Yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong? If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Supposed to be Now you and me go parallel together and apart And you keep your perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart Did you never feel the distance You never tried to cross no line 'Cause it's another dirty river and another dirty scar And I don't know who's kissing you and I don't know where you are So far from home don't you think of me some time If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Well sky is crying see the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
The sky is crying the streets are full of tears
Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of wine If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to As you'd sleep I'd think my heart will break in two I'd kiss your cheek I'd stop myself from waking you But in the dark you'd speak my name You'd say baby what's wrong? Oh here I am baby I'm coming back for more I'm like the wave that's got to roll into the shore Yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong? If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Supposed to be Now you and me go parallel together and apart And you keep your perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart Did you never feel the distance You never tried to cross no line 'Cause it's another dirty river and another dirty scar And I don't know who's kissing you and I don't know where you are So far from home don't you think of me some time If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to If I been hard on you I never chose to be I never wanted no one else I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to Well sky is crying see the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing on the wall Oh I can read between the lines |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
last time I was sober, man I felt bad
worst hangover that I ever had it took six hamburgers and scotch all night nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'cos if you wanna run cool if you wanna run cool if you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel my life makes perfect sense lust and food and violence sex and money are my major kicks get me in a fight I like dirty tricks 'cos if you wanna run cool yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel my chick loves a man who's strong the things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong hey, that's why I wrote this song I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead when my ugly big car won't climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'cos if you wanna run cool if you wanna run cool yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run on heavy, heavy fuel |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
How long, how long baby
How long has it been How long you gonna keep me wondering How long before you see Stallin' me was wrong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Slappin' my hands away How long you gonna keep my love at bay How long before you're sure My love is strong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Tellin' me you like me fine How long until I'm gonna make you mine How long before you wake up And find your good man gone - how long Gone - how long Gone - how long |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
How long, how long baby
How long has it been How long you gonna keep me wondering How long before you see Stallin' me was wrong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Slappin' my hands away How long you gonna keep my love at bay How long before you're sure My love is strong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Tellin' me you like me fine How long until I'm gonna make you mine How long before you wake up And find your good man gone - how long Gone - how long Gone - how long |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
How long, how long baby
How long has it been How long you gonna keep me wondering How long before you see Stallin' me was wrong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Slappin' my hands away How long you gonna keep my love at bay How long before you're sure My love is strong - how long How long, how long you gonna keep Tellin' me you like me fine How long until I'm gonna make you mine How long before you wake up And find your good man gone - how long Gone - how long Gone - how long |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits (1978)
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay and stone Like the waves coming to the shore It was in his blood and in his bones He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London, yes, and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He couldn't be, no he couldn't be in the gallery No no in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall The birds of feather all the phonies and all of the fakes While the dealers they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's going to be, who's going to be in the gallery In the gallery No lies he wouldn't compromise No junk no string And all the lies we subsidise That just don't mean a thing I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures they're coming down from the tree So he's going to be, yeah he's going to be in the galle-galle-galle-gallery In the gallery Harry made a bareback rider A bareback rider |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay and stone Like the waves coming to the shore It was in his blood and in his bones He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London, yes, and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He couldn't be, no he couldn't be in the gallery No no in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall The birds of feather all the phonies and all of the fakes While the dealers they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's going to be, who's going to be in the gallery In the gallery No lies he wouldn't compromise No junk no string And all the lies we subsidise That just don't mean a thing I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures they're coming down from the tree So he's going to be, yeah he's going to be in the galle-galle-galle-gallery In the gallery Harry made a bareback rider A bareback rider |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold (1982)
Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole there's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down there's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell there's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze 'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease? The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post they're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most the watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots some come out in sympathy some come out in spots some blame the management some the employees and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks innocence is injured experience just talks everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse philosophy is useless theology is worse history boils over there's an economics freeze sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease' Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here you've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' he wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed but I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest come back and see me later - next patient please send in another victim of Industrial Disease' I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck they got free speech, tourists, police in trucks two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong there's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says 'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees they wanna have a war to keep their factories they wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese they wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease they're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind they wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind they give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease' meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons' the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell There's leaking in the washroom there's sneak in personnel Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze 'Goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?' The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease There's panic on the switchboard tongues are tied in knots Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots Some blame the management some the employees And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks Innocence is injured experience just talks Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees That these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse Philosophy is useless; theology is worse History boils over there's an economics freeze Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease' Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here You've got smokers cough from smoking brewer's droop from drinking beer I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest Come back and see me later - next patient please Send in another victim of Industrial Disease' I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks Two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be wrong There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says 'They wanna have a war to keep their factories They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease' Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons' The other one's out on hunger striker he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease? |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
With all the clarity of dream
The sky so blue, the grass so green The rank and file and the navy blue The deep and strong, the straight and true The blue line they got the given sign The belts and boots march forward in time The wood and leather club and shield Swept like a wave across the battlefield Now with all the clarity of dream The blood so red, the grass so green The gleam of spur on chestnut flank The cavalry did burst upon the ranks Oh the iron will and the iron hand In England's green and pleasant land No music for the shameful scene That night they said it had even shocked the queen Well alas we've seen it all before Knights in armour, days of yore The same old fears and the same old crimes We haven't changed since ancient times |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
With all the clarity of dream
The sky so blue, the grass so green The rank and file and the navy blue The deep and strong, the straight and true The blue line they got the given sign The belts and boots march forward in time The wood and leather club and shield Swept like a wave across the battlefield Now with all the clarity of dream The blood so red, the grass so green The gleam of spur on chestnut flank The cavalry did burst upon the ranks Oh the iron will and the iron hand In England's green and pleasant land No music for the shameful scene That night they said it had even shocked the queen Well alas we've seen it all before Knights in armour, days of yore The same old fears and the same old crimes We haven't changed since ancient times |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold (1982)
I hear the Seven Deadly Sins
and the Terrible Twins came to call on you the bigger they are babe the harder they fall on you and you you're always the same you persevere on the same old pleasure ground oh and it never rains around here it just comes pouring down You had no more volunteers so you got profiteers for to help you out with friends like that babe good friends you had to do without and now they've taken the chains and the gears from off your merry-go-round oh and it never rains around here it just comes pouring down And your new Romeo was just a gigolo when he let you down see the faster they are babe the faster they get out of town leaving make up stains and the tears of a clown yes and it never rains around here it just comes pouring down Oh you were just a roller coaster memory I don't know why I was even passing through I saw you making a date with Destiny when he came around here asking after you in the shadow of the Wheel of Fortune you're busy trying to clear your name you say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true but I'd be lying if I said I was to blame see we could have been major contenders we never got no money no breaks' you've got a list of all the major offenders you got a list of all their major mistakes and he's just standing on the shadows yes and you smile that come-on smile oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day 'I'd like to make it worth your while' Ah but it's a sad reminder when your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent and all you've got to give him is the use of your side-show tent yes and that's all that remains of the years spent doing to rounds and it never rains around here well it just comes pouring down Now you know what they say about beggars you can't complain about the rules you know what they say about beggars you know who's the first to blame his tools you never gave a damn about who you pick up and leave lying bleeding on the ground you screw people over on the way up because you thought that you were never coming down and he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley with his hand up smothering your screams and he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley in the city of a billion dreams |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
I hear the seven deadly sins
And the terrible twins came to call on you The bigger they are baby The harder they fall on you And you you're always the same You persevere on the same old pleasure ground Oh and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down You had no more volunteers So you got profiteers for to help you out Well, with friends like that babe Good friends you had to do without And now they've taken the chains and the gears From off your merry-go-round Oh and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down And your new Romeo Was just a gigolo when he let you down See the faster they are babe The faster they get out of town Leaving makeup stains and the tears of a clown Yes and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down Oh you were just a roller coaster memory I don't know why I was even passing through I saw you making a date with destiny Yeah, they came around here asking after you In the shadow of the wheel of fortune You're busy trying to clear your name You say "I may be guilty yeah that may be true "But I'd be lying if I said I was to blame" See we could have been major contenders We never got no money no breaks You've got a list of all the major offenders You got a list of all their major mistakes And he's just standing in the shadows Yes and you smile that come-on smile Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day "I'd like to make it worth your while" Oh, but it's a sad reminder When your organ grinder has to come to you for rent And all you've got to give him Is the use of your side-show tent Yes, and that's all that remains of the years Spent doing the rounds And it never rains around here Well it just comes pouring down Now you know what they say about beggars You can't complain about the rules You know what they say about beggars You know who's the first to blame his tools You never gave a damn about who you pick up And leave laying bleeding on the ground You screw people over on the way up Because you thought that you were never coming down And he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley With his hand up smothering your screams And he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley In the city of a billion dreams |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left a come on too Lady writer on the TV She had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You'd talk to me when you felt like this Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Your rich old man, You know he'd a call her a dead wringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a mess in life Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want it just the same Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary You know I'm talking about you and me Lady writer on the TV |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (1983)
les boys do cabaret les boys are glad to be gay they're not afraid now disco bar in germany les boys are glad to be upon parade now les boys got leather straps les boys got ss caps but they got no gun now get dressed up get a little risque got to do a little s & m these days it's all in fun now les boys come on again for the high class whores and the businessmen who drive in their mercedes benz to a disco bar in old munchen they get the jokes that the d.j. makes they get nervous and they make mistakes they're bad for business some tourists take a photograph les boys don't get one lough he says they're useless late at night when they've gone away les boys dream of jean genet high heel shoes and a black berret and the posters on the wall that say les boys do cabaret les boys are glad to be gay |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay They're not afraid now A disco bar in Germany Les boys are glad to be Upon parade now Les boys got leather straps Les boys got SS caps But they got no gun now Get dressed up get a little risque Got to do a little s & m these days It's all in fun now Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Well now they get the jokes that the d.j. makes They get so nervous and they make mistakes They're bad for business Some tourist take a photograph (take a photograph) Les boys don't get one laugh He says they're useless Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Late at night when they've gone away Les boys dreams of Jean Genet High heel shoes and a black beret And the posters on the wall that say Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys do cabaret |
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from Dire Straits - Making Movies (2000)
Les boys do cabaret
Les boys are glad to be gay They're not afraid now A disco bar in Germany Les boys are glad to be Upon parade now Les boys got leather straps Les boys got SS caps But they got no gun now Get dressed up get a little risque Got to do a little s & m these days It's all in fun now Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Well now they get the jokes that the d.j. makes They get so nervous and they make mistakes They're bad for business Some tourist take a photograph (take a photograph) Les boys don't get one laugh He says they're useless Les boys come on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in old Munchen Late at night when they've gone away Les boys dreams of Jean Genet High heel shoes and a black beret And the posters on the wall that say Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys are glad to be gay Les boys do cabaret Les boys do cabaret |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits (1978)
Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it 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 just a-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 Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-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 her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions |
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from Dire Straits - Live At The Bbc [live] (1995)
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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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it 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 just a-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 Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-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 her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold (1982)
You walk out on the high wire
you're a dancer on thin ice you pay no heed to the danger and less to advice your footsteps are forbidden but with a knowledge of your sin you throw your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways just to see what you will find leaving nothing to interfere with the crazy balance of your mind and when you finally reappear at the place where you came in you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind It takes love over gold and mind over matter to do what you do that you must when the things that you hold can fall and be shattered or run through your fingers like dust |
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from Dire Straits - Alchemy - Dire Straits Live - 1 & 2 [live] (1984)
You walk out on the high wire
you're a dancer on thin ice you pay no heed to the danger and less to advice your footsteps are forbidden but with a knowledge of your sin you throw your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways just to see what you will find leaving nothing to interfere with the crazy balance of your mind and when you finally reappear at the place where you came in you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind It takes love over gold and mind over matter to do what you do that you must when the things that you hold can fall and be shattered or run through your fingers like dust |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
You walk out on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
You walk out on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms (1985)
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free |
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from Dire Straits - Money For Nothing (1988)
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from 1 (2007)
I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchens deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchens deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
Well this is my back yard - my back gate
I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart - ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby - just wait That's a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze Portable hammock honey - who needs trees It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Check out the shingles - it's brand new Excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you Hey everybody - let me give you a toast This one's for me - the host a-with the most Yeah It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' It plays "America the Beautiful" and "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" Boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book Here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit Ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook Let me show you honey - it's easy - look You take a fork and you spike 'em - say, did you try these? So glad you like 'em - the secret's in the cheese It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Now don't talk to me about the polar bear Don't talk to me about the ozone layer Ain't so much of anything these days, even the air They're running out of rhinos - what do I care? Let's hear it for the dolphin - let's hear it for the trees Ain't running out of nothing in my deep freeze It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please Oh yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yes at my parties Yeah I thought you'd like that Hmm that's nice At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Well this is my back yard - my back gate
I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart - ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby - just wait That's a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze Portable hammock honey - who needs trees It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Check out the shingles - it's brand new Excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you Hey everybody - let me give you a toast This one's for me - the host a-with the most Yeah It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' It plays "America the Beautiful" and "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" Boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book Here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit Ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook Let me show you honey - it's easy - look You take a fork and you spike 'em - say, did you try these? So glad you like 'em - the secret's in the cheese It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Now don't talk to me about the polar bear Don't talk to me about the ozone layer Ain't so much of anything these days, even the air They're running out of rhinos - what do I care? Let's hear it for the dolphin - let's hear it for the trees Ain't running out of nothing in my deep freeze It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please Oh yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yes at my parties Yeah I thought you'd like that Hmm that's nice At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Well this is my back yard - my back gate
I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart - ain't that great? That ain't the best part baby - just wait That's a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze Portable hammock honey - who needs trees It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Check out the shingles - it's brand new Excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you Hey everybody - let me give you a toast This one's for me - the host a-with the most Yeah It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home That's a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin' It plays "America the Beautiful" and "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" Boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book Here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit Ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook Let me show you honey - it's easy - look You take a fork and you spike 'em - say, did you try these? So glad you like 'em - the secret's in the cheese It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Now don't talk to me about the polar bear Don't talk to me about the ozone layer Ain't so much of anything these days, even the air They're running out of rhinos - what do I care? Let's hear it for the dolphin - let's hear it for the trees Ain't running out of nothing in my deep freeze It's casual entertaining - we aim to please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please Oh yeah, at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yes at my parties Yeah I thought you'd like that Hmm that's nice At my parties, all right, uh-huh Yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh Oh yeah at my parties, all right, uh-huh You do what you please At my parties, all right, uh-huh |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass He take up a glass He swallow it neat He crosses the floor He open the door He take a sniff of the street And she tell him that he's crazy She's a-saying listen baby I'm your wife She tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse You know he feel no remorse He just kicks it alive His motor is fine He take it over the line Until he's ready to dive And she tell him that he's crazy Yes she's saying listen baby I'm your wife Yeah She tell him that he's crazy For gambling with his life He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He's too fast to stop He take it over the top He make a line in the news |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes It takes the shine off his shoes He's says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass He take up a glass He swallow it neat He crosses the floor He open the door He take a sniff of the street And she tell him that he's crazy She's a-saying hey baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse You know he feels no remorse He just kicks it alive His motor is fine He take it over the line Until he's ready to dive And she tells him that he's crazy Yes she's saying listen baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling with his life He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It takes the shine off his shoes He's says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It takes the shine off his shoes He's too fast to stop He take it over the top He make a line in the news |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
there's gotta be a record of you some place
you gotta be on somebody's books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case it's a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - On The Night (2008)
there's gotta be a record of you some place
you gotta be on somebody's books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it's your face I'm looking for on every street a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case it's a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring up pedestrians for a minute Crossing up the progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough for room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing Still gonna get you if don't do something Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocent team A heap of trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guessed, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west... |
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from Dire Straits - Alchemy - Dire Straits Live - 1 & 2 [live] (1984)
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring up pedestrians for a minute Crossing up the progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough for room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing Still gonna get you if don't do something Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocent team A heap of trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guessed, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west... |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes it's no use saying that you don't know nothing It's still gonna get you if you don't do something Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Mother Mary your children are slaughtered Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocenti Heap big trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guess once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Once upon a time in the west |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms (1985)
Can't find no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar Can't get no antidote for blues Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't find no antidote for blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Can't get no remedy on my TV There's nothing but the same old news They can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah Blues Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah Blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah, oh yeah Blues Can't get no remedy on my TV There's nothing but the same old news They can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah Blues Blues Oh yeah Blues |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (1992)
Standin' on the corner
Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream Inside of my suit I got my mojo root And a true love figurine For the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans Now I'm tryin' to find my way Through the rain and the steam I'm lookin' straight ahead through the screen And then I heard her say Somethin' in the limousine 'Bout takin' a ride across the planet of New Orleans If she was an ace And I was just a jack And the cards were never seen We could have been the king and queen But she took me on back to her courtyard Where magnolia perfume screams Behind the gates and the granite Of the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans The planet of New Orleans |
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from Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms/ On Every Street (2000)
Standin' on the corner
Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream Inside of my suit I got my mojo root And a true love figurine For the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans Now I'm tryin' to find my way Through the rain and the steam I'm lookin' straight ahead through the screen And then I heard her say Somethin' in the limousine 'Bout takin' a ride across the planet of New Orleans If she was an ace And I was just a jack And the cards were never seen We could have been the king and queen But she took me on back to her courtyard Where magnolia perfume screams Behind the gates and the granite Of the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans The planet of New Orleans |
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from Dire Straits - On Every Street (2000)
Standin' on the corner
Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream Inside of my suit I got my mojo root And a true love figurine For the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans Now I'm tryin' to find my way Through the rain and the steam I'm lookin' straight ahead through the screen And then I heard her say Somethin' in the limousine 'Bout takin' a ride across the planet of New Orleans If she was an ace And I was just a jack And the cards were never seen We could have been the king and queen But she took me on back to her courtyard Where magnolia perfume screams Behind the gates and the granite Of the planet of New Orleans New Orleans - the other planet With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans With other life upon it And everythin' that's shakin' in between If you should ever land upon it You better know what's on it The planet of New Orleans The planet of New Orleans |
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from Dire Straits - Communique (1983)
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the offbeat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes Yeah, she got the skirt so tight now She wanna travel light now She wanna tear up all her roots now She got the turn up on the boots now * She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello Belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And Belladonna lingers Her gloves they got no fingers Blind man he's singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Once upon a time he could have made her * repeated Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck a paper rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she ain't no garden flower There ain't no distress in the tower Belladonna walks Belladonna taking control She don't care about your window box Or your button hole She sing a song about a lone-gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello Belle |
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from Dire Straits - Money For Nothing (1988)
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She gonna travel light now She got to tear up all her roots now She got the turn up on the boots now She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And belladonna lingers Her gloves they got no fingers Yeah, the blind man singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Upon a time he could have made her, made her Yeah, she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck there's a rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Oh, belladonna walks Belladonna taking a stroll Oh, but she don't care about your window box Or your button hole Yes, and she sing a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you Portobello belle Portobello belle |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits / Communique (2000)
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She gonna travel light now She got to tear up all her roots now She got the turn up on the boots now She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And belladonna lingers Her gloves they got no fingers Yeah, the blind man singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Upon a time he could have made her, made her Yeah, she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck there's a rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Oh, belladonna walks Belladonna taking a stroll Oh, but she don't care about your window box Or your button hole Yes, and she sing a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you Portobello belle Portobello belle |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold (1982)
It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses confidential information - contained in a diary this is my investigation - not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt you get to meet all sorts in this line of work treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? what have you got to take away? a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation private investigations |
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from Dire Straits - Alchemy - Dire Straits Live - 1 & 2 [live] (1984)
For the usual fee - plus expences
Confidential information - it's in a diary This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery an reason - there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation private investigation |
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from Dire Straits - Money For Nothing (1988)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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from Dire Straits - Love Over Gold / Making Movies (2000)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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from Dire Straits - Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (2003)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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from The Piano And The Song (2004)
It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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