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Dire Straits (1978)
Communique (1979)
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Communique (1979)
    Once Upon a Time in the 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... 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 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 you don't know You got no way of knowing You got no place to go I understand your changes How long before you reach the door I know where you think you're going 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'd better go with me, girl You say there is no reason But you still find cause to doubt me When 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 Where do you think you're going I think you'd better go with me, girl Where do You Think You're Going Where do you think you're going After all these years? Did you think you were really gonna Leave me all alone here Well you better think twice 'cause I was gonna spend my life with you Tell me what's wrong Tell me why you're leaving 'Cause I wanna know Was it something I said Or something I did a long time ago I was telling the truth when I told you that I loved you And you know it's true So you better think twice Cause I was gonna spend my life with you Where do you think you're going After all these years? Did you think you were really gonna Leave me all alone here Well you better think twice 'cause I wasn't planning on planning on losing you Ooh you better think twice 'cause I was gonna spend my life with you What is her name? Communique 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 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 Angel Of Mercy Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepherd's delight I got to dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised Angel of Mercy, you'll come to no harm Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms You know he's honest Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Sweet angel Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on Let the saxophone play us till the chorus of dawn And all I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection Well now here come the moonlight down on your bed Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head I don't want your money, I want you instead Don't need rejection yeah Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Well if you cross your heart And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother You got to get into it, you gotta tell me that I'm more than a lover Yeah Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Yeah Angel of Mercy, angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Yeah Angel of Mercy angel delight Give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight Portobello Belle Bella donna's on the highstreet Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriano's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She got to travel light now She got to turn up all her roots now She got to turn up for the boots now She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows 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 Bella donna lingers Her gloves aint got no fingers The blind man says he Irish He gets his money in a tin dish Just a corner serinader Upon a time he could of made her She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Do a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle This time a pair a boys are hawking And the paraket is squawking Upon a truck there is a wino She get the crying off the wino And then she here the raggy rumble Bella donna is in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll She don't care about your window box or your button hole Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle 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 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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