Mark Knopfler (66,23 %)
Sailing to Philadelphia (81,54 %)
In collection
Released: 2000-09-26
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (2000):
5
Decade (2000's):
32
Overall:
259
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1.
What It Is
 04:58
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2.
Sailing to Philadelphia
 05:30
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3.
Who's Your Baby Now
 03:06
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4.
Baloney Again
05:10
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5.
The Last Laugh
 03:22
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6.
Silvertown Blues
05:30
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7.
El Macho
05:30
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8.
Prairie Wedding
04:27
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9.
Wanderlust
03:53
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10.
Speedway at Nazareth
06:23
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11.
Junkie Doll
04:35
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12.
Sands of Nevada
03:57
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13.
One More Matinee
04:06
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Album length:
00:00:27
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Lyrics |
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1.
What It Is
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The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters and the queues Everybody's looking for Somebody arms to fall into And it's what it is It's what it is now There's frost on the graves and the monuments But the taverns are warm in town People curse the government And shovel hot food down The lights are out in the city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and asleep And it's cold on the tollgate With the wagons creeping through Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now The garrison sleeps in the citadel With the ghosts and the ancient stones High up on the parapet A Scottish piper stands alone And high on the wind The highland drums begin to roll And something from the past just comes And stares into my soul And it's cold on the tollgate With the Caledonian blues Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now What it is It's what it is now There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick There's a lantern in the tower Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little Nell And it's what it is It's what it is now Oh it's what it is What it is now |
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2.
Sailing to Philadelphia
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I am a Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie boy A glass of whine with you, sir And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth... He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon Line Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forest of the Iroquois... Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning is begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon Line |
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3.
Who's Your Baby Now
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The rock your stood upon Is broken up and gone Hey baby, who's your baby now On the slipway of your dream Stands someone else's scheme Hey baby, who's your baby now Your baby now, baby now Your baby now, your baby now The ancient trade you ply Ain't enough to get you by Hey baby, who's your baby now The yard is locked and closed The old guard has been deposed Hey baby, who's your baby now Your baby now, baby now Your baby now, your baby now You always had to be the kind To have to say what's on your mind And hey, you really showed 'em how You used to laugh about How you used to dish it out But hey, who's laughing now 'Cos the rock you stood upon Is broken up and gone Hey baby, who's your baby now Yeh the rock you stood upon Is broken up and gone Hey baby, who's your baby now |
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4.
Baloney Again
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We don't eat in no white restaurant We're eating' in the car Baloney again, baloney again We don't sleep in no white hotel bed We're sleepin' in the car, baloney again You don't strut around in these country towns You best stay in the car Look on ahead don't stare around You best stay where you are You're a long way from home, boy Don't push your luck too far Baloney again Twenty-two years we've sung the world Since nineteen thirty-one Amen, I say amen Now the young folk want to praise the Lord With guitar, bass and drums, amen Well I'll never get tired of Jesus But it's been a heavy load Carrying His precious love Down a long dirt road We're a long way from home Just let's pay the man and go Baloney again The Lord is my shepherd He leadeth me in pastures green He gave us this day Our daily bread and gasoline Go under the willow Park her up beside the stream Shoulders for pillows Lay down your head and dream Shoulders for pillows Lay down your head and dream |
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The Last Laugh
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Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh my friend Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh at the end Down in the guttar with the mad old soldiers Down in the scuppers with the drunken sailors Down in the guttar with the mad old soldiers But the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down Games you thought you'd learned You neither lost nor won Dreams have crashed and burned But you're still going on Out on the highway with the road gang working Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing Out on the highway with the road band working But the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down They had you crying but you came up smiling They had you crawling and you came up flying They had you crying and you came up smiling And the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down Yeh don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down |
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6.
Silvertown Blues
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On Silvertown Way the cranes stand high Quiet and gray against the still of the sky They won't quit and lay down though the action has died They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side From the poisonous drains a vision appears A new circle of cranes, a new reason to be here A big silver dome rising up into the dawn Above the church and the homes where all the silver is gone If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown A silver dawn steals over the docks A truck with no wheels up on the cinderblocks Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum Scrap metal schemes rusted over and done If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice They'll tell you where you can turn, where you can go There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown From the Caning Town train I see a billboard high There's a big silver plane rising up into the sky And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day' Says six of those birds are bound for J.F.K. If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown |
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El Macho
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Your date has gone home Now you're left on your own sweet own Your tough-talkin' friend Split on you in the bitter end And you look like a fine thing Jerry Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry They say you're a star That's what the boys all say you are I don't see much TV So you don't mean shit to me But you look like a fine thing Jerry Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry They got a name for people like you Yeh they do And they got a name for people like me too El Macho, El Macho Now they want you to sing Don't get shy or anything The boys are all here Gonna buy you another beer 'Cos you look like a fine thing Jerry Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry El Macho, El Macho |
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Prairie Wedding
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We only knew each other by letter I went to meet her off the train When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still She was standing there and speaking my name I guarantee she looked like an angel I couldn't think of what I should say But when Adam saw Eve in the garden I believe he felt the selfsame way I handed her up on the wagon And I loaded up her trunk behind She was sitting up there with the gold in her hair And I tried to get hold of my mind Do you think that you could love me Mary Do you think we got a chance of a life Do you think that you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife We finally headed out of the station And we drove up to the home trail And when we came to the farm she laid a hand on my arm I thought my resolution would fail And I froze as she stepped in the doorway Stood there as still as could be I said I know it ain't much, it needs a woman's touch Lord she turned around and looked at me Do you think that you could love me Mary You think we got a chance of a life Do you think that you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife We had a prairie wedding There was a preacher and a neighbour or two I gave my golden thing a gold wedding ring And the both of us said I do And when the sun's going down on the prairie And the gold in her hair is aflame I say do you really love my Mary And I hold her and I whisper her name Do you think that you could love me Mary You think we got a chance of a life Do you think that you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife |
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Wanderlust
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Big black cloud On a yellow plain Sure enough it Looks like rain Packin' up all our Faith and trust Me and the wanderlust Open window Empty bed and chair Who's that callin' Ain't nobody there I look behind me And I see there's just Me and the wanderlust Dead of night I had a dream Sky was bright yes and the Fields were green I was down the road In a cloud of dust Me and the wanderlust And I'm on the edge Of an endless fall Sure enough He's come to call Got to go now Get on that bus Me and the wanderlust |
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Speedway at Nazareth
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After two thousand came two thousand and one To be the new champions we were there for to run From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterey And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a wake-up call She went around without a warning put me in the wall I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn I climbed the mountain to qualify went flat through the turns But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle Then it was on the Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go New England, Ontario we died in the dirt Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt So we came to Road America where we burned up the lake But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake |
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11.
Junkie Doll
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Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane You spiked my arm But you missed the vein Now it's all gone But the scars remain Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie doll Turnham Green, Turnham Green You took me high As I've ever been Now it's all gone And now I'm clean Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie doll And a little bit of this'd get you up And a little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up And a little bit of that'd get you down And a little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane You took my heart Pan American Now rain or shine It's all the same Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie doll And a little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down And a little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down A little bit of this'd get you up A little bit of that'd get you down |
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12.
Sands of Nevada
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These tables are haunted By the ghost of Las Vegas Their chips were once mountains But they came here to play They could take me if they wanted But I have nothing worth counting And like the sands of Nevada They go drifting away Lady luck's still a mystery With her head on my shoulder And I don't know why I still want her to dance I guess that's all history What it is is I'm older And I'm still a fool For a one-way romance Her dice were red rubies They rolled and they tumbled And I never saw time Running out with my roll And in a wasteland of cut glass My dreams have all crumbled And I've paid with whatever I had left for a soul Now the dawn's broken even On an empty horizon No reason for folding No reason to stay It's too soon to be leaving Too late for criticising And the sands of Nevada They go drifting away |
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13.
One More Matinee
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Here's one of the two of us In 1954 don't laugh I keep all of the pictures Are you going to take a photograph Here's something nice for you A dear old thing came to a show Last time here we did An interview on local radio Make yourself at home my darling Come on in Hand me down that jar love Can I offer you a gin We're proud to be the oldest Ugly sisters in variety There's not the glamour now you see What happened to society There's another light bulb gone They don't all answer to the switch I don't know how we carry on And her she couldn't care the bitch But in a while the old boys In the band begin to play And in a while the houselights And the curtains slide away And something's going to happen To make your whole life better Your whole life better one day Something's going to happen To make your whole life better Your whole life better one day Now the landlady's all squared away It's just a temporary deal I'm afraid tonight it's take-away You see there is no evening meal Don't worry dear you shall go to the ball I think the fairy said These suitcases have seen it all From under someone else's bed You want to smile those tears away Now don't you cry You want to know what I say I say never say die 'Cos something's going to happen To make your whole life better Your whole life better one day Something's going to happen To make your whole life better Your whole life better one day |