1. So Far Away 5:12
SO FAR AWAY Here I am again in this mean old town And you're so far away from me And where are you when the sun goes down You're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me I'm tired of being in love and being all alone When you're so far away from me I'm tired of making out on the telephone And you're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me I get so tired when I have to explain When you're so far away from me See you've been in the sun and I've been in the rain And you're so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can't see So far away from me You're so far away from me
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
WALK OF LIFE Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story Hand me down mu walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah the boy can play Decidation devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, you do the walk of life
YOUR LATEST TRICK All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis and the whores Are only taking calls for cash I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick My door was standing open Security was laid back and lax But it was only my heart got broken You must have had a pass key made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane And you never did have the inteligence to use The twelve keys hanging off my chain I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Now it's past last call for alcohol Past recall has been here and gone The landlord finally paid us all The satin jazzmen have put away their horns And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But now all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick
WHY WORRY Baby I see this world has made you sad Some people can be bad The things they do, the things they say But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears I'll chase away those restless fears That turn your blue skies into grey Why worry, there should be laughter after pain There should be sunshine after rain These things have always been the same So why worry now Baby when I get down I turn to you And you make sense of what I do I know it isn't hard to say But baby just when this world seems mean and cold Our love comes shining red and gold And all the rest is by the way Why worry, there should be laughter after pain There should be sunshine after rain These things have always been the same So why worry now
RIDE ACROSS THE RIVER I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man We are the chosen, we're the partisan The cause it is noble and the cause it is just We are ready to pay with our lives if we must Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war And we don't give a damn who the killing is for It's the same old story with a different name Death or glory, it's the killing game Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side
THE MAN'S TOO STRONG I'm just and ageing drummer boy And in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune To many a torture session Now they say I am a war criminal And I'm fading away Father please her my confession I have legalised robbery Called it belief I have run with the money And hid like a theif I have re-written history With my armies and my crooks Invented memories I did burn all the books And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong Well I have tried to be meek And I have tried to be mild But I spat like a woman And sulked like a child I have lived behind wall That have made me alone Striven for peace Which I never have known And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong Well the sun rose on the courtyard And they all did hear him say 'You always were a Judas But I got you anyway You may have got your silver But I swear upon my life Your sister gave me diamonds And I gave them to your wife Oh father please help me For I have done wrong The man's too big The man's too strong
ONE WORLD Can't find no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar Can't get no antidote for blues Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't find no antidote for blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Can't get no remedy on my TV There's nothing but the same old news They can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues
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
Guitars: Mark Knopfler Bass: John Illsley Keyboards: Alan Clark Keyboards: Guy Fletcher Drums: Omar Hakim / Terry Williams Written by: Mark Knopfler (* Mark Knopfler and Sting) Produced by: Mark Knopfler and Neil Dorfsman Recorded at: Air Studios, Montserrat, West Indies Year: 1985 Format: CD Label: Vertigo Reference No: 824 499 2 Songs: 9 Total Time: 55:16
