
1.
Border Reiver 4:35
Border Reiver
Southern bound from Glasgow town
she’s shining in the sun
my Scotstoun lassie
on a border run
We’re whistling down the hillsides
and tearing up the climbs
I’m just a thiever stealing time
in the Border Reiver
Three hundred thousand on the clock
and plenty more to go
Crash box and lever
- she needs the heel and toe
She’s not too cold in winter
but she cooks me in the heat
I’m a six-foot driver but you can’t adjust the seat
in the Border Reiver
‘Sure as the Sunrise’
that’s what they say about the Albion
‘Sure as the Sunrise’, that’s what they say
about the Albion and she’s an Albion
She’s an Albion
The Ministry don’t worry me
my paperwork’s alright
They can’t touch me
I got my sleep last night
It’s knocking out a living wage
in 1969
I’m just a thiever stealing time
in the Border Reiver
‘Sure as the Sunrise’
that’s what they say about the Albion
‘Sure as the Sunrise’, that’s what they say
about the Albion and she’s an Albion
She’s an Albion
2.
Hard Shoulder 4:34
Hard Shoulder
I’ve got latches for windows, handles for doors
Grinders and scrapers and sanders for floors
Rake for the gravel, chains for the snow
Always got the shovel - you never know
I never thought you’d go
Man’s broken down
Man’s broken down on the slip road
Got a slipped load
And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on
Hacksaws and hammers, brushes and mop
Then I’ve got the ladders up on the top
If something needs doing, I always say
You want it done the proper way
I need you to stay
Man’s broken down
Man’s broken down on the slip road
Got a slipped load
And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on
Give me a minute we’ll be going again
Sound as a pound, right as rain
- right as rain
And it’s a hard shoulder to cry on
- to cry on
3.
You Can’t Beat The House 3:26
You Can’t Beat The House
You can’t fool a fooler
I can tell
when a john got jazzed
by a jezebel
You can’t beat the house
You can’t beat the house
Tell the man somebody
You can’t beat the house
When these horn dogs
get lucky with dough
they’ll blow it on the roosters
and the girls of Smokey Row
You can’t beat the house
You can’t beat the house
Now tell the man somebody
You can’t beat the house
You want to buy you a dance
don’t buy it in here
It’s all skin games and jelly roll
red-eye and beer
They’re all as mean as rat snakes
all got knives in their boots
Even the piano player, man,
he don’t care who he shoots
See that little homewrecker
in the backroom
She’ll pick your pocket
with her pet raccoon
You can’t beat the house
You can’t beat the house
Tell the man, somebody
You can’t beat the house
4.
Before Gas & TV 5:50
Before Gas & TV
Before gas and TV
before people had cars
we’d sit round the fires
pass around a guitar
remembering songs
When my daddy was home
he’d play along
on the spoons and a comb
We’d go with the flow
When the weather was fine
sometimes we’d go
collecting scrap iron
Then we’d sit round the fires
pass a bottle of wine
and the tales of the road
since time out of mind
If heaven’s like this
well, that’s okay with me
where the living is fine
and living is free
If heaven’s like this
well, then here’s where I’ll be
on the edge of the field
on the edge of the world
before gas and TV
5.
Monteleone 3:39
Monteleone
The chisels are calling
It’s time to make sawdust
Steely reminders of things left to do
Monteleone, a mandolin’s waiting for you
My finger planes working
Gentle persuasion
I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing
Monteleone, your new one and only will ring
Monteleone, your new one and only will ring
The rain on the window, the snow on the gravel
the seasons go by to the songs in the wood
Too quick or too careless it all could unravel
It so easily could
The chisels are calling
It’s back for an encore
Back to the shavings that cover the floor
Monteleone, they’re calling for more
Monteleone, they’re calling for more
6.
Cleaning My Gun 4:43
Cleaning My Gun
I keep a weather eye on the horizon, my back to the wall
I like to know who’s coming through the door, that’s all
It’s the old army training kicking in
I’m not complaining, it’s the world we live in
Blarney and Malarkey, they’re a devious firm
They’ll take you to the cleaners or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen - thanks a lot
We hired the worst dishwasher this place ever got
Come in below the radar, they want to spoil our fun
In the meantime I’m cleaning my gun
Remember it got so cold ice froze up the tank
We lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank
I keep a weather eye on the horizon, tap the stormglass now and then
I’ve got a case of Old Damnation for when you get here, my friend
We can have ourselves a party before they come
In the meantime I’m cleaning my gun
We had women and a mirror ball, we had a dee jay
used to eat pretty much all that came his way
Ever since the goons came in and took apart the place
I keep a tyre iron in the corner, just in case
I gave you a magic bullet on a little chain
to keep you safe from the chilly winds and out of the rain
We’re gonna might need bullets should we get stuck
Any which way, we’re going to need a little luck
You can still get gas in Heaven, and a drink in Kingdom Come
In the meantime I’m cleaning my gun
7.
The Car Was The One 3:56
The Car Was The One
In summer ‘63 I was staying alive
hanging at the races, hoping to drive
When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars
I couldn’t get a pass so I went to the bar
I'm up in the corner nursing a beer
who should come laughing and joking in here
but Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race
with some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place
Bobby was a wild boy - one summer
he knocked down a motel wall with a hammer
He'd do anything - one night for a bet
he raced through the cornfields in a Corvette
I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that
with the beautiful girl and be king of the track
But the truth is when all was said and done
it was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one
It was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one
The car was the one - the car was the one
8.
Remembrance Day 5:06
Remembrance Day
On your maypole green
see the winding morris men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
waving hankies, sticks and boots
- all the earth and roots
Standing at the crease
the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
The steeple sharp against the blue
- when I think of you
Sam and Andy, Jack and John
Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron
Harry, Stephen, Will and Don
Matthew, Michael - on and on
We will remember them
remember them, remember them
We will remember them
remember them, remember them
Time has slipped away
The summer sky to autumn yields
A haze of smoke across the fields
Let’s up and fight another round
and walk the stubbled ground
When November brings
the poppies on Remembrance Day
when the vicar comes to say
‘May God bless them, every one
Lest we forget our sons’
We will remember them
remember them, remember them
We will remember them
remember them, remember them
9.
Get Lucky 4:34
Get Lucky
I’m better with my muscles
than I am with my mouth
I’ll work the fairgrounds in the summer
or go pick fruit down south
And when I feel them chilly winds
where the weather goes I’ll follow
Pack up my travelling things
go with the swallows
And I might get lucky now and then - you win some
I might get lucky now and then - you win some
I wake up every morning
keep an eye on what I spent
Got to think about eating
got to think about paying the rent
I always think it’s funny -
gets me every time
The one about happiness and money -
tell it to the bread line
But you might get lucky now and then - you win some
You might get lucky now and then - yeah, you win some
Now I’m rambling through this meadow
happy as a man can be
Think I’ll just lay me down
under this old tree
On and on we go
through this old world a’ shuffling
If you’ve got a truffle dog
you can go truffling
And you might get lucky now and then - you win some
You might get lucky now and then - yeah, you win some
10.
So Far From The Clyde 5:59
So Far From The Clyde
They had a last supper
the day of the beaching
She’s a dead ship sailing
- skeleton crew
The galley is empty
the stove pots are cooling
with what’s left of a stew
Her time is approaching
The captain moves over
The hangman steps in
to do what he’s paid for
With the wind and the tide
she goes proud ahead steaming
and he drives her hard into the shore
so far from the Clyde
together we’d ride
we did ride
As if to a wave
from her bows to her rudder
bravely she rises
to meet with the land
Under their feet
they all feel her keel shudder
A shallow sea washes their hands
Later the captain
shakes hands with the hangman
and climbs slowly down
to the oily wet ground
Goes bowed to the car
that has come here to take him
through the graveyard and back to the town
so far from the Clyde
together we’d ride
we did ride
They pull out her cables
and hack off her hatches
Too poor to be wasteful
with pity or time
They swarm on her carcass
with torches and axes
Like a whale on the bloody shoreline
Stripped of her pillars
her stays and her stanchions
When there’s only her bones
on the wet, poisoned land
steel ropes will drag her
with winches and engines
‘til there’s only a stain on the sand
so far from the Clyde
together we’d ride
we did ride
so far from the Clyde
together we’d ride
we did ride
11.
Piper To The End 5:47
Piper To The End
When I leave this world behind me
to another I will go
And if there are no pipes in heaven
I’ll be going down below
If friends in time be severed
someday we will meet again
I’ll return to leave you never
be a piper to the end
This has been a day to die for
Now the day is almost done
Up above, a quiet seabird
turns to face the setting sun
Now the evening dove is calling
and all the hills are burning red
And before the night comes falling
clouds are lined with golden thread
We watched the fires together
shared our quarters for a while
walked the dusty roads together
came so many miles
This has been a day to die on
Now the day is almost done
Here the pipes will lay beside me
silent with the battle drum
If friends in time be severed
someday we will meet again
I’ll return to leave you never
be a piper to the end
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12.
Early Bird 5:35
13.
Time In The Sun 2:52
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14.
Pulling Down The Ride
15.
Home Boy
16.
Good As Gold
All songs written by Mark Knopfler
Personnel:
Mark Knopfler – vocals and guitars Richard Bennett - guitars John McCusker – violin and cittern
Guy Fletcher – keyboards, strings arranged Matt Rollings – keyboards
Glenn Worf - electric and upright bass Danny Cummings – drums
Additional musicians:
Rupert Gregson-Williams – conducting strings and French horns
Phil Cunningham – accordion (tracks 1, 4, 10 and 11)
Michael McGoldrick – flute and whistle (tracks 1, 4, 10 and 11)
Released: 14 September 2009 Recorded at: British Grove Studios, London
Mastered: Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine Producer: Mark Knopfler
Co-producer/engineer: Guy Fletcher and Chuck Ainlay, assisted by Rich Cooper and Martin Hollis
Year: 2009 Format: CD Label: Mercury Tracks: 11 Total Time: 52:12
Mark talks about Get Lucky .....
When they agreed the unwritten law that time-honored artists with brilliant track records get less creative as they go on, Mark Knopfler obviously wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy writing, recording, touring and enjoying it all.
So as we approach the end of the first decade of the 21st century, and other multi-million-sellers nudge their careers forward at a snail’s pace, Knopfler prepares to release his fifth studio album of the decade, and it’s another jewel.
Get Lucky, recorded at his award-winning British Grove Studios in west London and co-produced with longtime cohorts Chuck Ainlay and Guy Fletcher, is a beautifully crafted exploration of a lifetime of musical roots.
Fluently combining folk and blues with his original songwriting, the whole containing personalized British ingredients and vivid observational lyricism.
Gratefully seizing on this elongated hot streak of productivity, the Grammy Award-winning guitar hero of more than 30 years’ standing displays his usual flair for understatement. “I just keep turning up,” he says. “That’s exactly what it is, and I think you appreciate it a lot more as you get older. I used to take it for granted when I was a kid. I don’t think I respected whatever talent I had enough—I had to learn that. So now I just get behind the plough. That’s how things happen.”
“I can be easily distracted,” he smiles. “That’s what the teachers always said about me. But even with that I still manage to be writing away. So I’m still the ragpicker in a way. I’ve got these things that are coming together, and that are together, and recording too much stuff as well. There’s no shortage of stuff hanging around. I could go back in the studio now if the lads were here.”
Reinstalled at British Grove, the regular team soon conjured an atmosphere of relaxed artistry. “Between us we get there, that’s part of the fun of it,” says Mark. “Also I think there’s a lot of mutual respect.” This time, “the lads” were augmented by feted musicians Phil Cunningham and Michael McGoldrick who linked up with the most recent addition to Mark’s lineup, Scottish multi-instrumentalist John McCusker. “They’ve played before,” laughs Knopfler admiringly.
If Get Lucky was a novel, it’d be another of Knopfler’s page-turners, full of characters who leap out of the lyrics, like the Glasgow lorry-driver of the opening track “Border Reiver,” or the fairground worker and fruit picker of the title song, or his heartfelt remembrance of the great ships in “So Far From The Clyde,” or real life tributes to a master guitar-maker in “Monteleone” and the lost uncle he never knew in “Piper To The End.”
Those and other themes and characters on the album are viewed through the prism of Mark’s childhood, spent in Glasgow until he was eight, when the family moved to Newcastle. “Do we ever get away from our childhoods?” he muses. “Some of the things we’re attracted to when we’re very small stay with us all our lives.”
That’s certainly true in his case. “At the bottom of Salters Road in Newcastle, there was a little record shop,” he remembers. “One day there was this Fender Stratocaster in the window, and it was just a thing of magic. It was literally nose to the window. I think I was still in short trousers, and that’s it, a little boy coming home from school, being completely fascinated by it. I still cross the road now to look into a guitar shop.
“That’s what sustains you, and probably what makes me go on is the thrill of trying to make something, just getting something made. That’s it. Obviously things do change a little bit, we do grow up to a certain extent, but I try to keep those bits of me young.”
The autobiographical thread running through Get Lucky is exemplified by the title track. “The first itinerant person I ever met would sing in soul bands in winter, then work part-time in fairgrounds or ‘go pick fruit down south’ when the weather turned warm,” explains Knopfler. “I was about 15 years old, stuck in school and envious. ‘Get Lucky’ came from him and other traveling characters I went on to meet in places I’d find myself working short-term, like farms, warehouses, building sites, before I got lucky with my songs.”
“Border Reiver” takes its title from the raiders who ran the Anglo-Scottish borders centuries ago. “It’s about the hard life of a lorry driver at the end of the ’60s. We lived near the Albion works in Glasgow and I’d see drivers dressed like long riders in goggles and trench coats taking out the chassis to test them before they were fitted with their cabs and beds. Albions were known for their quality and ‘Sure As The Sunrise’ was the company motto.”
The song also provides a thematic link to one from the 1978 album that helped make Knopfler’s name. “In Newcastle we lived near the A1, the nation’s main north-south route,” he says, “and at eight years old I was starting to know the liveries of the major haulage companies as their lorries came through town. In the hitch-hiking years of my teens and early 20s, many kind-hearted lorry drivers stopped to pick me up. The song ‘Southbound Again’ on the first Dire Straits album is about that, going up and down the country and my blossoming romance with London.”
On an album where the vibrancy of the characters is matched by the radiance of the instrumentation, the closing piece is the moving “Piper To The End,” written for Mark’s uncle Freddie. He was a piper of the 1st Battalion, Tyneside Scottish, the Black Watch, Royal Highland Regiment, who carried his pipes into action and was killed with them at Ficheux, near Arras in May 1940, aged just 20.
“I didn’t know him, of course, but I was close to my uncle Kingsley, my mum’s brother. He first taught me to play the boogie-woogie piano, and Freddie was Kingsley’s older brother. The pipes always made sense to me, and growing up in Glasgow as well as Newcastle, in my grandmother’s home, there were Jimmy Shand records, so the sound of Celtic music always seems familiar to me.”
Now Knopfler and the band are looking forward to hitting the road once again in 2010. “It’s like being captain of a little fighting ship really, and I enjoy the team thing of being on the road, I enjoy being with the crew. I suppose one of the reasons I like it so much is that I know it’s not going to be a year-long thing.”
Amid the new material, when the audiences call for the songs that became part of all our lives, he will relish it. “The thing about the old Straits songs is that they are signposts for people’s lives. Obviously I’ll play them differently here and there to keep it alive and meaningful to me, and away from a cabaret thing. But there are times, like the twiddly bits at the end of ‘Sultans,’ if you don’t do your twiddly bits, the world’s not right for people. I like playing the old songs, I wrote them and people like to hear them, it’s as simple as that.”
In the end, Mark Knopfler thrives on never taking the audience for granted. “I think there’s still a place for the game that I’m playing,” he muses. “It’s not on the same pitch as a lot of other people are playing, mine’s over here and theirs is over there, but people still want to hear crafted songs.”