Mark Knopfler TV-HD - Shangri-La Tour 2005 - Part.2+Bonus


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Yeah, gonna play a little bit of Rock'n Roll
Got some favourite pieces for you...
...but this one is about fast food
::: Boom, Like That :::
I'm going to San Bernardino ring-a-ding-ding
Milkshake mixers that's my thing, now
These guys bought a heap of my stuff
And I gotta see a good thing sure enough, now
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'K'
Like "crocodile' but not spelled that way, yeah
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style, Boom, like that
The folks line up all down the street
And I'm seeing this girl devour her meat, now
And then i get it, wham as clear as day
My pulse begins to hammer and I hear a voice say:
These boys have got this down
Oughtta be a one of these in every town
These boys have got the touch
It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much
Wham, bam you don't wait long
Shake, fries patty, you're gone
And how about that friendly name?
Heck, every little thing oughtta stay the same
Or my name's not Kroc that's kroc with a "K'
Like "crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Dog eat dog, rat eat rat
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style, Boom, like that
You gentlemen ought to expand
You're going to need a helping hand, now
So gentlemen well, what about me?
We'll make a little fast food history, now
Or my name's not Kroc, call me Ray
Like "crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style, Boom, like that
Well we build it up and I buy "em out
But, man they made me grind it out, now
They open up a new place flipping meat
So I do, too right across the street, now
I got the name I need the town
They sell up in the end and it all shuts down
Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B.
You wanna make a dream reality
Competition? Send "em South
If they're gonna drown put a hose in their mouth
Do not pass "go' go straight to hell
I smell that meat hook smell
Or my name's not Kroc that's kroc with a "K'
Like "crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Dog eat dog, rat eat rat
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style, Boom, like that
::: Speedway At Nazareth :::
After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be the new champions we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields
And we fought 'em all the way
Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a wake-up call
She went around without a warning
Put me in the wall
I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae
And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May
Well the Brickyard's there to crucify
Anyone who will not learn
I climbed the mountain to qualify
Went flat through the turns
But I was down in the might-have-beens
And an old pal good as died
And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried
Well we were in at the kill again
On the Milwaukee Mile
And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle
Then it was on the Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone
When my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt
So we came to Road America
Where we burned up the lake
But at the Speedway at Nazareth
I made no mistake
::: Telegraph Road :::
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load
Where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground
By the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came walking down the track
And they never went further and they never went back
Then came the churches then came the schools
Then came the lawyers then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track
Was the telegraph road
Then came the mines then came the ore
Then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep...
...and so wide
Like a rolling river
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work
But there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say
We're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap
From some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires
And the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them
Singing out their telegraph code
All the way
Down the telegraph road
You know I'd sooner forget
But I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race
Between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder
You had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder
Like you don't seem to care
But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights
These rivers of rain
From the anger
That lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't wanna see it again
From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
All the way
Down the telegraph road
::: Brothers In Arms :::
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 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
Every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
::: Money For Nothing :::
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 Cow-boy
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
What's that, now?
Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin'
That's the way you do it
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
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
It's money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin'
Your chicks for free
Money for nothin'
Your chicks for free
Money for nothin'
Your chicks for free
Money for nothin'
Your chicks for free
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
::: So Far Away :::
Here I am again in this Lille old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
You're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
So far away from me
I'm tired of making out on the telephone
And you're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me
I get so tired when I have to explain
When you're so far away from me
See you've been in the sun and I've been in the rain
And you're so far away from me
So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away...
...from me
::: The Mist Covered Mountains :::
::: Wild Theme :::
Editing by Elian Poupard
Transcription by Elian Poupard Laurence Cazes
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