Dire Straits (67,94 %)
Love Over Gold (79,82 %)
Released: 1982-09-20
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
2
Year (1982):
7
Decade (1980's):
65
Overall:
311
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1.
Telegraph Road
 14:19
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2.
Private Investigations
 06:47
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3.
Industrial Disease
05:50
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4.
Love Over Gold
06:17
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5.
It Never Rains
 08:00
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Album length:
41:13
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Lyrics |
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1.
Telegraph Road
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A long time ago came a man on a track walking thirty miles with a pack on his back and he put down his load where he thought it was the best made a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore and the other travellers came riding down the track and they never went further, no, they never went back then came the churches then came the schools then came the lawyers then came the rules then came the trains and the trucks with their loads and the dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore then there was the hard times then there was a war telegraph sang a song about the world outside telegraph road got so deep and so wide like a rolling river And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze people driving home from the factories there's six lanes of traffic three lanes moving slow I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles they can always fly away from this rain and this cold you can hear them singing out their telegraph code all the way down the telegraph road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights when life was just a bet on a race between the lights you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care but believe in me baby and I'll take you away from out of this darkness and into the day from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain from the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'cos I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames and I don't want to see it again From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed all the way down the telegraph road |
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2.
Private Investigations
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It's a mystery to me - the game commences for the usual fee - plus expenses confidential information - contained in a diary this is my investigation - not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt you get to meet all sorts in this line of work treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? what have you got to take away? a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation private investigations |
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3.
Industrial Disease
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Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole there's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down there's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell there's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze 'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease? The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post they're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most the watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots some come out in sympathy some come out in spots some blame the management some the employees and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks innocence is injured experience just talks everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse philosophy is useless theology is worse history boils over there's an economics freeze sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease' Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here you've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' he wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed but I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest come back and see me later - next patient please send in another victim of Industrial Disease' I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck they got free speech, tourists, police in trucks two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong there's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says 'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees they wanna have a war to keep their factories they wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese they wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease they're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind they wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind they give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease' meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons' the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease |
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4.
Love Over Gold
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You walk out on the high wire you're a dancer on thin ice you pay no heed to the danger and less to advice your footsteps are forbidden but with a knowledge of your sin you throw your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways just to see what you will find leaving nothing to interfere with the crazy balance of your mind and when you finally reappear at the place where you came in you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind It takes love over gold and mind over matter to do what you do that you must when the things that you hold can fall and be shattered or run through your fingers like dust |
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5.
It Never Rains
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I hear the Seven Deadly Sins and the Terrible Twins came to call on you the bigger they are babe the harder they fall on you and you you're always the same you persevere on the same old pleasure ground oh and it never rains around here it just comes pouring down You had no more volunteers so you got profiteers for to help you out with friends like that babe good friends you had to do without and now they've taken the chains and the gears from off your merry-go-round oh and it never rains around here it just comes pouring down And your new Romeo was just a gigolo when he let you down see the faster they are babe the faster they get out of town leaving make up stains and the tears of a clown yes and it never rains around here it just comes pouring down Oh you were just a roller coaster memory I don't know why I was even passing through I saw you making a date with Destiny when he came around here asking after you in the shadow of the Wheel of Fortune you're busy trying to clear your name you say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true but I'd be lying if I said I was to blame see we could have been major contenders we never got no money no breaks' you've got a list of all the major offenders you got a list of all their major mistakes and he's just standing on the shadows yes and you smile that come-on smile oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day 'I'd like to make it worth your while' Ah but it's a sad reminder when your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent and all you've got to give him is the use of your side-show tent yes and that's all that remains of the years spent doing to rounds and it never rains around here well it just comes pouring down Now you know what they say about beggars you can't complain about the rules you know what they say about beggars you know who's the first to blame his tools you never gave a damn about who you pick up and leave lying bleeding on the ground you screw people over on the way up because you thought that you were never coming down and he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley with his hand up smothering your screams and he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley in the city of a billion dreams |