Mark Knopfler TV-HD - Shangri-La Tour 2005 - Part.1


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Transcript:
::: Why Aye Man :::
We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on the ferry boat
Economic refugees
On the run to Germany
We had the back of Maggie's hand
Times were tough in Geordieland
We got wor tools and working gear
And humped it all from Newcastle to here
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys
In the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks
Mixing concrete, laying bricks
There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot
United Nation's what we've got
Brickies, chippies, every trade
German building, british-made
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Nae more work on Maggie's farm
Hadaway down the autobahn
Mine's a portacabin bed
Or a bunk in a nissen hut instead
There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn
And german tarts are wunderschoen
German beer is chemical-free
Germany's alreet with me
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne
But you're my pretty fraulein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry Keep wor spirit levels high
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne
But you're my pretty fraulein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep wor spirit levels high
Sometimes I miss my river Tyne
But you're my pretty fraulein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep wor spirit levels high
::: Walk Of Life :::
Everybody alongside, Yeah!
Yeah
Lovely, lovely We alright down here? Yeah!
OK this time boys
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, he got devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Here comes Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin' blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, he got devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
The song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah! The boy can play
Decidation, he got devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
And after all the violence and double talk
There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life
Matt Rollins accordion's
::: What It Is :::
The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
What it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian Blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
What it is now
It's what it is
What it is now
There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street
I take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
::: Sailing To Philadelphia :::
I am a Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie Boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forest of the Iroquois...
Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
The Mason-Dixon line
::: Romeo And Juliet :::
A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like
You and me babe how about it ?
Juliet says hey it's Romeo
You nearly gimme a heart attack
He's underneath the window
She's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here
Singing up at people like that
Anyway
What you gonna do about it ?
Juliet
The dice were loaded from the start
And I bet
And you exploded in my heart
And I forget
I forget
The movie song
When you gonna realise
It was just that the time was wrong
Juliet ?
We come up on differents streets
They both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean
Yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you
And now your dream is real
How can you look at me
As if I was just another one of your deals ?
Where you can fall for chains of silver
You can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises they hold
You promised me everything
You promised me think and thin
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah
You know I used to have a scene with him
Juliet
When we made love you used to cry
You said I love you
Like the stars above
I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us
You know the movie song
When you gonna realise
It was just that the time was wrong ?
Juliet ?
I can't do the talk
Like they talk on TV
And I can't do a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything
But I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything
Except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you
And the way we used to be
All do is keep the beat
Rock'n roll company
All I do is kiss you
Through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet I'd do the stars with you baby
Any time
Juliet
When we made love you used to cry
You said I love you
Like the stars above
I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us
You know the movie song
When you gonna realise
It was just that the time was wrong
Juliet ?
A lonesome Romeo
Sang a serenade
Laying everybody low
With me a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight
Steps out of the shade
Says something like
You and me babe
How about it ?
Yeah
So you and me babe
How about it?
::: Sultans Of Swing :::
You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park
But meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold
Everything
A band is blowing dixie
Double four time
You feel all right
When you hear that music ring
Yeah!
You step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear
The jazz go down
Competition
Too many other places
Hey, will the horns ever make that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth
London town
You check out Guitar George
He knows all the fancy chords
He's rhythm and doesn't want to make that guitar cry or make it
Sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the common lights to play
His thing
And Harry doesn't mind
if he doesn't make that fancy scene
He's got a job, he's doing quite alright
''Thank you very much''
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys
They're fooling around in the corner
Dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn
About any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call
Rock n'roll
And the Sultans
Yeah the Sultans played Creole
Creole, Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight'
'Now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans'
'We are the Sultans of Swing'
Thank you very much
OK Guy's gonna...
Guy Fletcher is gonna come down from his keyboards
And show off his multi instrumentalist skills
Guy !
He's a multi, multi-instrumentalist.
He does play so many instruments. Also another brilliant instrumentalist
Plays many many instruments like Guy
Is Richard Bennett. With his bazouki
Richard, Richard
Also on guitar he's extraordinary
And another extraordinary bass player, multi-instrumentalist also
Brings his large instrument to Lille
Is Glenn Worf
And another brilliant pianist playing on the Golden Heart record
And Rüdiger and all of those tunes
There's... with Richard as well...
And also playing his...
Accordion this evening, fabulous pianist
Matt Rollings
Anybody remembers this, Yes ? Not you ? Yeah !
And anybody remembers the last Dire Straits
Outfit that we brought here, those...
...great percussionists in that band
World class percussionist, he's been studying his drums
And he's from the UK
Danny Cummings
Richard, viens mon brave
Viens mon ami mate
Just you and me OK. We'll do a duet... do it together...
Then everybody else 'Bonne chance', 'Good luck'
::: Done With Bonaparte :::
Un... deux... Un, deux, trois...
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
And our grande armée is dressed in rags
A frozen starving beggar band
Like rats we steal each other's scraps
Fall to fighting hand to hand
Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart
I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done...
...with Bonaparte
What dreams he made for us to dream
Spanish skies, Egyptian sands
The world was ours, we marched upon
Our little Corporal's command
And I lost an eye at Austerlitz
The sabre slash yet gives me pain
My one true love awaits me still
The flower of the Aquitaine
Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart
I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done...
...with Bonaparte
I pray for her who prays for me
A safe return to my belle France
We prayed these wars would end all wars
In war we know is no romance
And I pray our child will never see
A little Corporal again
Point toward a foreign shore
Captivate the hearts of men
Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart
I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done...
...with Bonaparte
Thank you very much, you're very sweet
You're very sweet, thank you
It's tea !
::: Donegan's Gone :::
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Play that big grand coulee dam
Nobody loves like an irishman
Gone, Donnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Lord, I'm just a rolling stone
Rock my soul I wanna go home
Gone, Donnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Stackalee and a gamblin' man
Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Time just goes on rolling by
Lord, I feel like I could cry
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Yeah... Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Ooh... Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Thank you
::: Oe Oe Oe :::
Thank you very much
We're gonna attempt now...
...Rüdiger
::: Rüdiger :::
Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rüdiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
Oooh, Rüdiger
Rüdiger
Rüdi...
Oh, Rüdiger
Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
Rüdiger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
Oooh, Rüdiger
Rüdiger
Rüdi...
Rüdiger
Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin
He waits there all night
Security's tight
They know who he is but they don't let him in
Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His feet they are aching
But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there
Oooh, Rüdiger
Rüdiger
Rüdi...
Rüdiger
Rüdiger
Rüdiger
Rüdi...
Rüdiger
::: Song For Sonny Liston :::
So many mouths to feed on the farm
Sonny was the second to the last one born
His mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad
And he grew up wild good love he never had
He had a left like Henry's hammer
A right like Betty Bamalam
Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
And all them sluggers went down like lead
Well he hung with the hoods he wouldn't stroke the fans
But he had dynamite in both his hands
Boom Bam like the slammer door
The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor
Beware...
...the bear's in town, somebody's money says
The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
The writers didn't like him the fight game jocks
With his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks
They didn't want to have a bogey man
They didn't like him And he didn't like them
Black Cadillac alligator boots
Money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits
Some say the bear took a flop
They couldn't believe it When they saw him drop
He had a left like Henry's hammer
A right like Betty Bamalam
Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
And all them sluggers went down like lead
Joe Louis was his hero he tried to be the same
But a criminal child wears a ball and chain
So the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne
And the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone
Beware...
...the bear's in town somebody's money says
The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
At the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor
There was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer
There was no investigation as such
He hated needles but he knew too much
Criss-crossed on his back
Scars from his daddy like slavery tracks
The second-last child was the second-last king
Never again was it the same in the ring
He had a left like Henry's hammer
A right like Betty Bamalam
Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread
And all them sluggers went down like lead
They never could be sure about the day he was born
A motherless child set to working on the farm
And they never could be sure about the day he died
The bear was the king they cast aside
Beware...
...the bear's in town somebody's money says
The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Sonny's going down for miles and miles
Transcription by : Elian Poupard Laurence Cazes
Editing by Elian Poupard
William Topley's Trio (Lille, June 5th 2005 - MK's opening act)
::: Mannish Water :::
::: Ten Ten :::
::: Sea Fever :::
::: Sycamore Street :::
::: You Don't Love Me Anymore :::
::: Are You One Of Us? :::
::: That's My Right :::
Edited and filmed by Elian Poupard