Dire Straits.

Full lyrics of these albums.
1. Communique
2. Dire Straits
3. Love over gold
4. Makin movies
5. Money for nothing
6. On every street

 

 

Communique.
Featured tracks...

  1. Once upon a time
  2. News
  3. Where do you think you're going?
  4. Communique
  5. Lady writer
  6. Portobello belle
  7. Single habded sailor
  8. Follow me home

Once Upon A Time
In A West 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 for 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 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 Once upon a time in the west...

 

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News
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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Where Do You Think You're Going
Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride?
Where do you think you're going? I think that you don't know You got no way of knowing

There's really no place you can go I understand your changes Long before you reach the door
I know where you think you're going you I know what you came here for
And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free Where do you think you're going?
I think you better go with me girl You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me If you ain't with me girl You're gonna be without me

Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride?
And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free
So where do you think you're going? I think you better go with me girl

 

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Communiqué
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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Lady Writer
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 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 the brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Yes and your rich old man,
You know he'd a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command Plus your mother was a Jazz singer
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 a history You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same as the ...
Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV

 

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Portobello Belle
Bella donna'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's gonna tear up all her roots now She got a turn up for the boots now
Yeah she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows
Yes and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you 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 he's singing Irish He gets 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 Ah,
but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yeas and do a song
About a long gone Irish girl Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle

Yes and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino She get the crying of a wino
And then she get the reggae rumble Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower
Oh, bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box Or your button hole
Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle

 

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Single Handed Sailor
Two in the morning, dry-dock town The rivers rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just lying there in silent pain He lean on the turist rail A mother and her baby and the college of war In the concrete graves You never wanna fight against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark Single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark He's upon the bridge on the self same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning, but there is one green light And a man on the barge of sand She's gonna slip away below him Away from the things he's done But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?" He could have said "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark

 

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Follow Me Home
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

Well, the priest he cries Virgins ascending to the skies tonight
All day long I have passed my time alone
And when the church bell rung I stayed out on the tower In a 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 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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