EnglandDire Straits

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Artist rating: 67.94 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 67.94 % (1991)
Most recent trend: 67.73 % (1991)
Highest trend: 79.33 % (1985)

Albums
Songs (A-Ö)

Statistics

Data

Formed: 1977-11
Disbanded: 1995

Existed for 17 years
 

External links

Members

Alan Clark, Guy Fletcher, Omar Hakim, John Illsley, David Knopfler, Mark Knopfler, Hal Lindes, Terry Williams, Pick Withers

Genres

1980
60.18 %
1982
79.82 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1991
52.57 %

Brothers in Arms

Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms
87.63 %
(2015-04-20)
Release date: 1985-05-13
Type: studio
Genres:

In collection: CD (2009-09-02)
 
Average song length: 06:08
Average song rating:

Ranking

Dire Straits:
1
/
6
Year (1985):
2
/
76
Decade (1980's):
19
/
759
Overall:
80
/
2642

Tracks

1
lyrics
05:12
2
lyrics
08:27
3
lyrics
04:13
4
lyrics
06:34
5
lyrics
08:31
6
lyrics
06:58
7
lyrics
04:40
8
lyrics
03:41
9
lyrics
07:00
 
Total time:
 
55:16

Credits

Band members

Alan Clark
keyboards
Guy Fletcher
keyboards, vocals
John Illsley
bass guitar, vocals
Mark Knopfler
guitars, vocals
Terry Williams
drums (intro to 2)

Session musicians

Tony Levin
bass (8)
Jimmy Maelen
percussion
Sting
vocals (2)

Producers

Lyrics

So Far Away
05:12
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 of having 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
08:27
I want my, I want my, I want my MTV

Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the M.T.V.
That ain't working, that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your 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 got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour TV's

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

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour TV's
Look at that, look at that

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
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Banging on the bongos 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 got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour TV's

Listen here
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, chicks for free
Get your money for nothing, chicks for free
Get your money for nothing, chicks for free
It's money for nothing, chicks for free
It's money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Get your money for nothing, chicks for free
Money for nothing, chicks for free
Get your money for nothing, chicks for free
Look at that, look at that

I want my, I want my, I want my MTV
Walk of Life
04:13
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 loving 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 my walking shoes
Here comes Johnny with the power and 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 loving 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
Dedication devotion
Turning the night time into 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
06:34
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beans and their bells
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Got the city to themselves
Echoes and the 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 please 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 on Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took please so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call far 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 these wonderlands
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 all took please so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Why Worry
08:31
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
And turn your blue skies into gray

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
Why worry now

Baby, when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
And all the isn't hard is the same

But baby, just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shinning 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
Why worry now
Ride Across the River
06:58
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
04:40
I am just an aging 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 hear my confession

I have legalized robbery
And called it relief
I have run with the money
I have hid like a thief
Rewritten histories with 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've tried to be meek
I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And I sulked like a child
Hid behind walls 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 we all did hear him say
"You always was 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 'em 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
03:41
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
07:00
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn to be
Brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle 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 in your palm
We are fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
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