1. Once Upon A Time In The West 5:15
ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST Some people get a cheep laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough 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 you don't do something Sitting on the 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 mother ought 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 Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, 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 takes the shine off his shoes He's 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 hey baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse You know he feels 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 tells 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 takes the shine off his shoes He's says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? Where d'ya think you're going Don't you know it's dark outside Where d'ya think you're going Don't you care about my pride Where d'ya think you're going I think you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really no place you can go I understand your changes A-long before you reach the door I know where you think you're going you I know what you came here for And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free A-where d'ya think ya going I think you better go with me girl You say there is no reason But you still find cause to doubt me If you ain't with me girl You're gonna be without me Where d'ya think you're going Don't you know it's dark outside Where d'ya think you're going I wish I didn't care about my pride And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free A-where d'ya think ya going I think you better go with me girl
COMMUNIQUE' We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like talking to the wall He's incommunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah 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 be saying something else But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Well now the rumors are flying Speculation rife They 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 home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photograph taken in the hall And 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 mean Maybe on Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communique Communique Communication
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 Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then 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 you just the same as the Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV
ANGEL OF MERCY Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight I got the dragon at noon, yes and 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 talkin', we can talk later on Let the saxaphone play us till the chorus of dawn And I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection Well now here comes 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 gotta get into it, you gotta Tell me that I'm more than a lover Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight A-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 A-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 Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She gotta travel light now She's gotta tear up all her roots now She got a turn up for the boots now Yeah she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Ah 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 they got no fingers Yeah, the blind man says he Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Upon a time he could of made her, made her Yeah, she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Ah, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes and do a song About a long gone Irish girl Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle Yes and the barrow boys are hawking And the parakeet is squawking Upon a truck there is a rhino She get the crying off the wino And then she hear the reggae rumble Bella donna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Oh, bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll But she don't care about your window box Or your button hole Yes and she sing a song About a long gone Irish girl Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle
SINGLE-HANDED SAILOR Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolled away in the night Little Gypsy Moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and the 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 tourist rail A mother and her baby and the College of war In the concrete grave You never want to fight against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah, on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark The single-handed sailor go sailing Sailing away in the dark He's up on the bridge on the self-same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning but there's one green light And a man on a barge of sand She's a gonna slip away below him Away from things he's done But he just shouts, "Hey man whatcha call this thing?" Could say "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah 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. Oh well the priest, he cried 'Virgin ascending to the skies tonight' All day long I've passed my time alone. When the church bell rung Stayed out on the tower in the 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 more wine, yes, and a 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.
Guitars: Mark Knopfler Rhythm guitar: David Knopfler Bass: John Illsley
Drums: Pick Withers Keyboards: B. Bear
Written by: Mark Knopfler Produced by: Jerry Wexler and Barry Beckett
Recorded at: Compass Point Studio, Nassau, Bahamas
Year: 1979 Format: CD Label: Vertigo Reference No: 800 052 2 Songs: 9 Total Time: 42:00
