DIRE STRAITS
1. Down to the waterline
(3:59)
2. Water of love (5:22)
3. Setting me up (3:19)
4. Six blade knife (4:09)
5. Southbound again (2:57)
6. Sultans of swing (5:34)
7. In the gallery (6:14)
8. Wild west end (4:42)
9. Lions (4:54)
Sweet
surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and
ride
In the shadow of cargoe I take
you one time
And we're counting all the
numbers down to the waterline
Near misses
on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened
doorways
A foghorn blowingout 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 on 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
and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline
High and dry
in the long hot day
Lost and lonley every day
Got the flats all around me sky
up above
I need a little water of love
I've been too
long lonley and my heart feels pain
Crying out for some soothing
rain
I believe I have taken enough
I need a little water of love
Water of love
deep in the ground
No water here to be found
Some day baby when the river
runs free
It'll carry that water of love
to me
There's a
bird up in a tree sitting up high
Waiting for me to die
If I don't get some water soon
I'll be dead and gone in the
afternoon
Once I had a
woman I could call my own
Once I had a woman now my woman
is gone
Once there was a river now
there's a stone
You know it's evil then you're
living alone
You say I'm
the greatest bound for glory
Well the world is out and I
learned
I got the latest side of the
story
You're pulling out before you
get burned
Well your
hands are squeezing me down to the bone
I never saw you breaking no law
Stands to reason I've got to
leave you alone
What you taking me for
You're
setting me up to me down
You're making me out to be your
clown
You're just setting me up to
put me down
You better give it up
Quit your messing around
You think I
care about your reaction
You think I don't understand
All you wanted was a piece of
the action
Now you talk about another man
Your six
blade knife can do anything for you
Anything you want it to
One blade for breaking my heart
One blade for tearing me apart
Your six blade knife - do
anything for you
You can take
away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
When you come up from behind
and lay it down cold on my skin
Took a stone from my soul when
I was lame
Just so you could make me tame
You take away my mind like you
take away the top of a tin
I'd like to
be free of it now - I don't want it no more
I'd like to be free of it now -
you know I don't want it no more
Everybody got
a knife it can be just what they want it to be
A needle a wife or something
that you just can't see
You know it
keeps you strong
Yes and it'll do me wrong
Your six blade knife - do
anything for you
Southbound
again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home
Boy got to be moving
Seems like the boy is bound to
roam
Southbound
again got no money I've got no place to go
That woman's with her lover boy
Never want to see her face no
more
Every single
time I roll across the rolling River Tyne
I get the same old feeling
Every time I'm moving down the
line
Soutbound
again last night I felt like crying
Right now I'm sick of living
But I'm going to keep trying
You get a
shiver in the dark
It's 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 alright when you hear
that music ring
You step
inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to
hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many
places
But not too many horns can make
that sound
Way on downsouth way on
downsouth London town
You check out
Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he
doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can
afford
When he gets up under the
lights to play his thing
And Harry
doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's
doing alright
He can play honky tonk just
like anything
Saving the Sultans with the
Sultans of Swing
And a crowd
of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best
brown baggies and their platform soles
The don't give a damm about any
trumpet playing band
It ain't whet they call rock
and roll
And the Sultans played 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 whith one
more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'
Harry made a
bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the
NCB that was
A fallen angel and Jesus on the
cross
A skating ballerina you should
have seen her do the skater's walz
Some people
have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in clay and
stone
Like the waves coming to the
shore
It was in his blood and in his
bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys
in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been
making toys or strings of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you
get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and
sticks it on the wall
The birds of feather all the
phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers the get
together
And they decide who gets the
breaks
And who's going to be in the
gallery
No lies he
wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away
in obscurity
And now all the the vultures
are comming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the
gallery
Stepping out
to Angellucci's for my coffe beans
Checking out the movies and the
magazines
Waitress she watches me
crossing from the Borocco Bar
I'm getting a pickup for my
steel guitar
I saw you walking out
Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me talking I wanna marry
you
This is seventh heaven street
to me
Don't be so proud
You're just another angel in
the crowd
And I'm walking in the wild
west end
Walking with your wild best
friend
And my
conductress on the number nineteen
Ahe was a honey
Pink toenails and hands all
dirty with money
Greasy hair easy smile
made me feel nineteen for a
while
And I went down to Chinatown
In the backroom it's a man's
world
All the money go down
Duck inside the doorway gotta
duck to eat
Right now feels alright now
You and me we can't beat
And a gogo
dancing girl yes I saw her
The deejay he say here's Mandy
for ya
I feel alright to see her
But she's paid to do that stuff
She's dancing hi