Brothers in arms

Brothers in arms


These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms


Dire Straits

Sultans Of Swing

Sultans of swing 


You get a shiver in the dark, 
It's a 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 the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth
London town
Check out guitar george, he knows-all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make them cry or sing
They said 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 the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for friday night
With the sultans
We're the sultans of swing
Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the sultans
Yeah the sultans they play creole, creole
Lead 1:
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the sultans
We are the sultans of swing


Dire Straits 

colores 

Money for nothing

Money for nothing


Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it 
You play the guitar on the MTV 
That ain't working that's the way you do it 
Money for nothing and chicks for free 
Now that ain't working that's the way you do it 
Let me tell you them guys ain't dumb 
Maybe get a blister on your little finger 
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens 
Custom kitchen deliveries 
We gotta move these refrigerators 
We gotta move these colour TV's

See the little faggot 
With the earring and the make up 
Yeah buddy that's his own hair 
That little faggot got his own jet airplane 
That little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens 
Custom kitchens deliveries 
We gotta move these refrigerators 
We gotta move these colour TV's

I should've learned to play the guitar 
I should've learned to play them drums 
Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera 
Man we could have some fun 
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? 
Banging on the bongoes like a chimpanzee 
That ain't working that's the way you do it 
Get your money for nothing get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens 
Custom kitchen deliveries 
We gotta move these refrigerators 
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord

Now that ain't working that's the way you do it 
You play the guitar on the MTV 
That ain't working that's the way you do it 
Money for nothing and your chicks for free 
Money for nothing and chicks for free


Dire Straits 

Money for Nothing

Money For Nothing 

Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it 

You play the guitar on the MTV 

That ain't workin' that's the way you do it 

Money for nothin' and chicks for free 

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it 

Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb 

Maybe get a blister on your little finger 

Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens 

Custom kitchen deliveries 

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's 

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup 

Yeah buddy that's his own hair 

That little faggot got his own jet airplane 

That little faggot he's a millionaire 

We gotta install microwave ovesns

Custom kitchens deliveries 

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's 

I shoulda learned to play the guitar

I shoulda learned to play them drums 

Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera 

Man we could have some fun 

And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? 

Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee 

That ain't workin' that's the way you do it 

Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free 

We gotta install microwave ovens 

Custom kitchen deliveries 

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord 

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it 

You play the guitar on the MTV 

That ain't workin' that's the way you do it 

Money for nothin' and your chicks for free 

Money for nothin' and chicks for free.

Mark Knopfler, Eric Clapton, Sting & Phil Collins

In the sky

In the sky

Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer

You've been away roaming far away from here

weathered a storm, your heart unafraid

crossed every ocean in the boat that you made.

Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks.

No crotchets or quavers in your books.

Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein

like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky.

In The Sky

In The Sky

Running in on the tide with the first of the stars

the moon on the water and the sound of guitars

Glide into the homing as the night falls

to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall.

And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post

who stands at the fire where a poet's dreams roast.

He can't know the story, he can't feel the pain

and all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky.

You're a light in the dark, a beacon of hope

and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope.

And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay

and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky.

In The Sky

In The Sky

Mark Knopfler