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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
Hold it. No it's not.
I first heard it trying to learn stick shift at 16 yo in a friends car and this was in the tape player. I bought it myself and listened to it endlessly for a very long time.
I think "Six Blade Knife" was my fave track.
Ahhhh, when so much good music brings you to heaven
after "babel" de Santaolla, this ....
Bill, you know what's good for us....
Sometimes, i wonder if one could really know somebody just by looking at what are his/her RP top ratings ....
Bill, why dont you add a feature that suggest matches between RP members, based on their "likes"? (kidding)
i don't know...could be kind of cool...
If anyone is interested, this is a link to a Google Maps photo of the: Dog Leap stairs referred to in the song (The Newcastle upon Tyne Quayside was very much a working area when this song was written, hipster heaven now)
That is some flight of stone steps...reminds me of Jacob's Ladder in Falmouth, Cornwall
One hundred and eleven steps,I used to walk them as a kid.
after "babel" de Santaolla, this ....
Bill, you know what's good for us....
Sometimes, i wonder if one could really know somebody just by looking at what are his/her RP top ratings ....
Bill, why dont you add a feature that suggest matches between RP members, based on their "likes"? (kidding)
My daughter goes to CU and grew up listening to DS because if I'm driving, it's not just the car but also the music.
MK is my generation's Dylan. He sings stories set to music.
their first album
when I first heard this, I thought it was Dylan going electric again
Ohhhh yeah... Still jacked with the adrenaline rush from a long and busy 11-hour brunch shift, I biked up The Hill, poured myself a big glass of Prost DoppelBock Winter Lager, did a long cool rip of tasty local Mob Boss, and now feels like it's 1979, and I'm parked in my mean green Cutlass, got VanHalen wailin' on the stereo 8-track; me and my buddies getting up to Standard Orbit before going in to work at the Oriental restaurant, and when I yank out the tape to turn off the ignition and shut down the burble from the thrumming Rocket 350 with big thirsty Rochester through the glass-pack mufflers, THIS SONG IS JAMMING on the local radio station... We all look at each other, my brother, our buddy, and I, and I pull the roach out of the ashtray and FIRE IT UP, our heads melting with the powerful surges of the guitar in this song, the lilting UK-bent pulse of the vocals, and the buzz hits us, and then we know: THIS IS GOOD MUSIC and THAT SURE IS SOME KILLER WEED THERE, BRO! Again we see... MUSIC... CAUSING BIG TROUBLE!
And it's a hell of a lot better than Van Halen!
Love Dire Straits!
You're cool, CoJo, wherever you are! Long Live RP!!
I'll buy what you're selling....upping my 8→9! Long Live RP!!
Rating to me 9 -OUTSTANDING
tockpeas wrote:
Dude! Don't leave us hanging ... so what happened? Escaping high school should be inevitable but exploring the World isn't ...
—Dude!
Why, of course, MY LIFE WAS CHANGED BY ROCK AND ROLL...
As Emi predicted in 1980, I was in Japan within 10 years — (it only took me 8). I taught 2 years within view of Mt. Fuji in Shizuoka-ken, came back to CU, got married, earned my Master's, got some formal Nihongo study under my belt, then my sexy Mexican ex-wife and started up an English school chain in the remote, picturesque time machine realm of Noto Hanto, in the coastal wilds of Ishikawa-ken, Western Japan, where about 8 years or so went by, and then it was Time to Go Home, She Said, as in Dictum Ultimatum, and to my infinite regret, I complied...but we burned up on re-entry, or she did, anyway, and so I went back, and spent the next 10 years in tony, hip, leafy, gorgeous Setagaya-ku, Tokyo, writing for Fodor's JAPAN and teaching at a really big Uni down the tracks a bit, in a place with Fuji-san and the stunning O-yama- and Tanzawa San-chi as a back-drop, and traveled The World 6 months a year, months at a time, until one of the biggest ji-shin to ever shake the Earth happened, unleashing the (Fukushima) tsu-nami, or "harbor wave," which, though considerably smaller than the one indicated and recorded by the engraved stone markers in the hills hundreds of feet above the reactor site that was ignored by almost everyone but the poor engineer who was exiled before construction began in the 1960s, or the one that wrecked the Shinto shrine 800 years ago at Izumo TaiSha — the colossal structures still standing now, though centuries old, are a mere 1/3-sized replica of the original; at over 150 feet high, it was said to have been one of the Wonders of The Ancient World — or the one 500 years ago that picked up and moved the massive bronze Dai-Butsu of Kamakura miles inland from its original coastal location — was still big enough to maybe be the End of the World As We Know It, and I didn't want to participate in that radiation-exposure experiment, so I got out of there. I tried to fit in in Denver for a while, but I found that it's true, like Buddha Said, (and as in the novel I've been writing of that title), that "Life is full of suffering...and Happiness may be only an illusion." I also found that the more one gets out and explores The World, the more The World exposes its workings to one's soul... Denver is not Boulder — and indeed, what place IS? — so I came to my senses, re-kindled the old fires of Hope in my mind, and got myself back into an old favorite and familiar sight-line of some particularly and peculiarly fascinating steeply-tilted formations of red sandstone. Since then, I've earned a spot in the hot and madly-jumping heart of the most popular and delicious restaurant in town, and — well, here I am, starting over again, ever exploring, still rocking, still dancing, still dreaming, and still partying on ~ dig!
SAME AS IT EVER WAS...
Same as it EVER was...
SAME AS IT EVER WAS...
Hmm, maybe I'll try a taste of this new Cold Creek Kush...
Wow... ~>TRIP<~
Look at the wonderful stretch of songs that played next, while I wrote this!
— It's all but certain: RP KNOWS WHAT I'M THINKING!
RP speaks to the ears of my quantum-humming soul!
Dude! Don't leave us hanging ... so what happened? Escaping high school should be inevitable but exploring the World isn't ...
Time passes for all
Ive seen him a few years ago, think it was 2010 in Spain, and he already sounded and looked tired. barely stood up on tunes like Sultans or Telegraph road (which to my pleasure he played with the needed energy!!)
Love you Mark Knopfler, but that will be the last time I see you in concert.
Time passes for all
I got tickets last minute the other week, and went to see him at Atlanta's Chastain Park amphitheater. I concur with the previous comment, it wasn't a great show. The sound was "not bad" and he and the band were good and all, but it was not the kind of experience I hope for when I go see live music.
I still like this album and this particular song, though. It reminds me of when they were a little dangerous-sounding.
Love you Mark Knopfler, but that will be the last time I see you in concert.
ditto...
"Communiqué" is their best one, at least for me but this one is great too. Best song here.
love this song...
love this one, too—
"It Never Rains"
by Mark Knopfler
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 baby
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
Now 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 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 lying bleeding on the ground
You screw people over on your 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
Wow just look at those lyrics... today's "pop" artists can only manage a couple of grunts played into a black box...hah... they know nothing... this is proper music at its best and 30 years old!
..... and mine 10 :))
Bill, you are particularly inspired this morning (CET)!
love this song...
love this one, too—
"It Never Rains"
by Mark Knopfler
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 baby
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
Now 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 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 lying bleeding on the ground
You screw people over on your 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
Mark Knopfler live was my best Concert ever!!!
OhmiGOSH, they play Dire Straits here?
(Mark K. nods appreciatively, pockets bulging with royalties from RP).
Right with ya, audiophelia.
What a great song... when this album came out, it blew our minds... we were mindless after that... this whole album is incredible...
:-) I agree so much! what a music! and what a time, when we listened it on LP:-)
What a great song... when this album came out, it blew our minds... we were mindless after that... this whole album is incredible...
Anyway, still a 9!
Well, and their music is pretty cool, too.
Miss you Cynaera...
love this song... we be dancing...
Well, and their music is pretty cool, too.
That is/was the wonder of DS and Mark Knopfler. He could take a simple picture or everyday event (i.e. In the Gallery) and weave a story around it that makes you feel like you are there and living it.
His voice and guitar playing are both outstanding. One of my all-time favorite artists.
Well, and their music is pretty cool, too.
you say it! as near to beautiful painting as little else.
Well, and their music is pretty cool, too.
There's probably nobody I'd rather listen to playing guitar than Mark Knopfler. That, and I like Dire Straits' fabulous sound.
Well, and their music is pretty cool, too.
Well... what she said.
Well, and their music is pretty cool, too.
Indeed, the clean and edgy sound that Mark got out of his strat back in the day was really groundbreaking...
What a guy!
Playlist : Are you down ? - Down to the Waterline - To the River
You come up with this in an overwhelming age of punk and new wave and then let me tell you it comes across as lazy... I can imagine you don't like it, though... But that's a different case...
To me, definitely a 9!
You're Barely Dale yourself there buckaroo.
I think it took a couple of Oxycontin with a Nyquil kicker to come up with that!
Rush Limpdick would know about that!
"I would probably enjoy this more if it didn't come across as a lazy, inferior reworking of a near-perfect song"
jedley
(milan, italy)
Posted: Jul 20, 2009 - 08:49 < Reply >
"Sultans of Swing with alternative lyrics - L A M E...."
I just want to generally complain today...
he's under water
get it ? get it
means he's totally submerged
wow
SmilinJimmy wrote:
It's one TEASPOON of Nyquil. Not the whole damn bottle.
I think it took a couple of Oxycontin with a Nyquil kicker to come up with that!
he's under water
get it ? get it
means he's totally submerged
wow
It's one TEASPOON of Nyquil. Not the whole damn bottle.
I cannot believe everybody has not ranked this song a 10...
9 is OK too?
AMEN!!! Love DS and MK's work!