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



Love over gold.
Featured tracks...

  1. Telegraph road
  2. Private investigations
  3. Industrial disease
  4. Love over gold
  5. It never rains

Telegraph Road
A long time ago came a man on a track
walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
and he put down his load where he thought it was the best
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 riding down the track
and they never went further, no, 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 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 want to see it again. . .
From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed all the way down the telegraph road



Private Investigations
It's a mystery to me - the game commences for the usual fee
- plus expenses confidential information - contained in a diary this is my investigation
- not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports
- digging up the dirt you get to meet all sorts in this line of work treachery and treason
- there's always an excuse for it and when I find the reason
I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day?
what have you got to take away?
a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies blinds on the windows and a pain
behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation private investigations



Industrial Disease
Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
there's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
there's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
there's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
they're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
the watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas
and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease

there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
some blame the management some the employees
and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
innocence is injured experience just talks
everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse philosophy is useless theology is worse
history boils over there's an economics freeze
sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'

Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
you've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees
but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'

he wrote me a prescription he said
'you are depressed but I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
come back and see me later - next patient please send in another victim of Industrial Disease'

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
they got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
there's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
they wanna have a war to keep their factories
they wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
they wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
they're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
they wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
they give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons'
the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease



Love Over Gold
You walk out on the high wire you're a dancer on thin ice
you pay no heed to the danger and less to advice
your footsteps are forbidden but with a knowledge of your sin
you throw your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind
And you go dancing through doorways just to see what you will
find leaving nothing to interfere with the crazy balance of your mind
and when you finally reappear at the place where you came in
you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind
It takes love over gold and mind over matter to do what you do that you must
when the things that you hold can fall and be shattered
or run through your fingers like dust



It Never Rains
I hear the Seven Deadly Sins and the Terrible Twins came to call on you
the bigger they are babe 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 with friends
like that babe 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

And 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 to 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 the 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