Monday, May 28, 2012

FIVE : WAY ON DOWNSOUTH LONDON TOWN


Mark Knopfler's must be one of the more gentlemanish/polished voices around.(journalistic credentials...no surprise) Though, guess he looked like those fiery english toe crushers of the 80's. (back in the days mate!)
And my liking of him has got nothing to do with his British band (contrary to perception). Infact, i love to hear the Irish speak..I love the Irish accent!
Wish Dire Straits had continued beyond 18...Mark's ambition of going solo ruined it perhaps, (seems to have lost his long locks in the process too) but that doesn't abate its greatness over the last three decades.

                                       Did he leave the building...
                                       or can he come to the phone..
                                       long distance baby-so far from home
                                       calling elvis-i'm here all alone...

                                 And he's up there. What's that? Hawain noises?    
                                 Bangin on the bongos like a chimpanzee..
                                 that ain't working...that's the way you do it..

                                                 JULIET!
                             when we made love you used to cry...
                             you said i love you like..the stars above, i love you till i die..
                             There's a place for us..you knooow the movie song...
                when you gonna realise that it was just that the time was wrong...Juliet

                                             'coz if you wanna run cool...
                                             if you wanna run cool..
                                             yes if you wanna run cool..
                                             you got to run..
                                             on heavy heavy fuel...

                                Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete..
                                and its your face i'm looking for..on every street..







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