Dire straits album (Dire Straits)

		
Water of Love
 
 High and dry in the long hot day
 Lost and lonely in every way
 Got the flats all around me sky up above
 I need a little water of love
 
 I've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
 Crying out for some soothing rain
 I believe I have taken enough
 I need a little water of love
 
 Water of love deep in the ground
 No water here to be found
 Some day baby when the river runs free
 It'll carry that water of love to me
 
 There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high
 Waiting for me to die
 If I don't get some water soon
 I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon
 
 Once I had a woman I could call my own
 Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
 Once there was a river now there's a stone
 You know it's evil when you're living alone
 
 Setting Me Up
 
 You say I'm the greatest bound for glory
 Well the word is out and I learned
 I got the latest side of the story
 You're pulling out before you get burned
 
 Well your hands are squeezing me down to the bone
 I never saw you breaking no law
 Stands to reason I've got to leave you alone
 What you take me for
 
 You're setting me up to put me down
 You're making me out to be your clown
 You're just setting me up to put me down
 You better give it up
 Quit your messing around
 
 You think I care about your reaction
 You think I don't understand
 All you wanted was a piece of the action
 Now you talk about another man
 
 Six Blade Knife
 
 Your six blade knife can do anything for you
 Anything you want it to
 One blade for breaking my heart
 One blade for tearing me apart
 Your six blade knife-do anything for you
 
 You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
 When you come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin
 Took a stone from my soul when I was lame
 Just so you could make me tame
 You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
 
 I'd like to be free of it now - I don't want it no more
 I'd like to be free of it now - you know I don't want it no more
 
 Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
 A needle a wife or something that you just can't see
 
 You know it keeps you strong
 Yes and it'll do me wrong
 Your six blade knife - do anything for you
 
 Southbound Again
 
 Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home
 Boy got to be moving
 Seems like the boy is bound to roam
 
 Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go
 That woman's with her lover boy
 Never want to see her face no more
 
 Every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne
 I get the same old feeling
 Every time I'm moving down the line
 
 Southbound again last night I felt like crying
 Right now I'm sick of living
 But I'm going to keep on trying
 
 In the Gallery
 
 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 iin clay and stone
 Like the waves coming to the shore
 It was in his blood and in his bones
 Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
 He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
 He could not be 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 a 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 in the gallery
 
 No lies he wouldn't compromise
 No junk no bits of 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 are coming down from the tree
 So he's going to be in the gallery
 
 Wild West End
 
 Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans
 Checking out the movies and the magazines
 Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
 I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar
 I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
 Excuse me for talking I wanna marry you
 This is the seventh heaven street to me
 Don't be so proud
 You're just another angel in the crowd
 And I'm walking in he wild west end
 Walking with your wild best friend
 
 And my conductress on the number nineteen
 She was a honey
 Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money
 Greasy hair easy smile
 Made me feel nineteen for a while
 Amd wI went down to Chinatown
 In the backroom it's a man's world
 All the money go down
 Duck inside the doorway gotta duck to eat
 Right now feels alright now
 You and me we can't beat
 
 And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
 The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
 I feel alright to see her
 But she's paid to do that stuff
 She's dancing high I move on by
 The close ups can get rough
 When you're walking in the wild west end
 
 Lions
 
 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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