~From: [email protected] (Steve Portigal)
Author: Dire Straits
Album title: Communique
Once Upon a Time in the West
—- —- – —- — — —-
Some people get a cheep laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up the progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Once upon a time in the west
It’s no use saying that you don’t know nothing
Still gonna get you if you don’t do something
Sitting on the fence that’s a dangerous course
You could even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force
Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest
Once upon a time in the west
I want to marry your children Mrs. Louden
Some of you mother’s should lock up your daughters
Who’s protecting the innocent team
A heap of trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we’re gonna do what’s best
Once upon a time in the west
Once upon a time in the west
News
—-
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He’s says it’s a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won’t play to lose
He’s burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neet
He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street
And she tell him that he’s crazy
She’s saying listen baby
I’m your wife
She tells him he’s crazy
For gambling with his life
But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he’s ready to dive
And she tells him that he’s crazy
She’s saying listen baby
I’m your wife
She’s tell him he’s crazy
For gambling with his life
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He’s says it’s a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won’t play to lose
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He’s too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news
Where do you Think You’re Going?
—– — — —– —— ——
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you know it’s dark outside
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you care about my pride
Where do you think you’re going
I think you don’t know
You got no way of knowing
You got no place to go
I understand your changes
How long before you reach the door
I know where you think you’re going
I know what you came here for
And now I’m sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
Where do you think you’re going
I think you’d better go with me, girl
You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
When you ain’t with me girl
You’re gonna be without me
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you know it’s dark outside
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you care about my pride
And now I’m sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
Where do you think you’re going
I think you’d better go with me, girl
Communique
———-
They wanna get a statement for Jesus sake
It’s like talking to the wall
He’s incommunicado no comment to make
He’s saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he’d be saying something else
But in the communique you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he’s been trying someone else’s wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he’s at the station and he’s coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don’t have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he’s saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Lady Writer
—- ——
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the virgin mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left a come on too
Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She had all her brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You’d talk to me when you felt like this
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Your rich old man,
You know he’d a call her a dead wringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a mess in life
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about history
You couldn’t hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the virgin mary
You know I’m talking about you and me
Lady writer on the TV
Angel of Mercy
—– — —–
Well there’s a peter pan moon shepard’s delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight
I want my reward in heaven tonight
Just like you promised
Angel of Mercy you’ll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy there’s no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know he’s honest
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right sweet angel
Well now it’s too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxaphone play us until the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion
You don’t need protection
Here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don’t want your money I want you instead
Don’t need rejection
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Well if you cross your heart and spit
And swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get in the hit
Tell me that I’m your all night lover
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Portobello Belle
———- —–
Bella donna’s on the highstreet
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriano’s old clothes
And yes her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up for the boots now
She thinks she’s tough
She ain’t no English rose
But the blind singer
He’s seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Bella donna lingers
Her gloves aint got no fingers
The blind man says he Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serinader
Upon a time he could of made her
She thinks she’s tough
She ain’t no English rose
But the blind singer
He’s seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
This time a pair a boys are hawking
And the paraket is squawking
Upon a truck there is a wino
She get the crying off the wino
And then she here the raggy rumble
Bella donna is in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don’t care about your window box or your button hole
Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
Single-Handed Sailor
————- ——
Follow Me Home
—— — —-
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long they been slaughtering upon the stone.
Share out the meat
Yeah you really like to eat,
Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home.
Oh well the priest, he cried
‘Virgin ascending to the skies tonight’
All day long I’ve passed my time alone.
When the church bell rung
Stayed out on the tower in the dying sun
Now come on, woman, come, follow me home.
Well I don’t need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes, I share the feast
So drink up more wine, yes, and a song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight, clear as the day,
Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home.
Author: Dire Straits
Album title: Communique
Once Upon a Time in the West
—- —- – —- — — —-
Some people get a cheep laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up the progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Once upon a time in the west
It’s no use saying that you don’t know nothing
Still gonna get you if you don’t do something
Sitting on the fence that’s a dangerous course
You could even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force
Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest
Once upon a time in the west
I want to marry your children Mrs. Louden
Some of you mother’s should lock up your daughters
Who’s protecting the innocent team
A heap of trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we’re gonna do what’s best
Once upon a time in the west
Once upon a time in the west
News
—-
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He’s says it’s a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won’t play to lose
He’s burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neet
He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street
And she tell him that he’s crazy
She’s saying listen baby
I’m your wife
She tells him he’s crazy
For gambling with his life
But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he’s ready to dive
And she tells him that he’s crazy
She’s saying listen baby
I’m your wife
She’s tell him he’s crazy
For gambling with his life
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He’s says it’s a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won’t play to lose
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He’s too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news
Where do you Think You’re Going?
—– — — —– —— ——
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you know it’s dark outside
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you care about my pride
Where do you think you’re going
I think you don’t know
You got no way of knowing
You got no place to go
I understand your changes
How long before you reach the door
I know where you think you’re going
I know what you came here for
And now I’m sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
Where do you think you’re going
I think you’d better go with me, girl
You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
When you ain’t with me girl
You’re gonna be without me
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you know it’s dark outside
Where do you think you’re going
Don’t you care about my pride
And now I’m sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
Where do you think you’re going
I think you’d better go with me, girl
Communique
———-
They wanna get a statement for Jesus sake
It’s like talking to the wall
He’s incommunicado no comment to make
He’s saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he’d be saying something else
But in the communique you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he’s been trying someone else’s wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he’s at the station and he’s coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don’t have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he’s saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he’s gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Lady Writer
—- ——
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the virgin mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left a come on too
Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She had all her brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You’d talk to me when you felt like this
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Your rich old man,
You know he’d a call her a dead wringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a mess in life
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about history
You couldn’t hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the virgin mary
You know I’m talking about you and me
Lady writer on the TV
Angel of Mercy
—– — —–
Well there’s a peter pan moon shepard’s delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight
I want my reward in heaven tonight
Just like you promised
Angel of Mercy you’ll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy there’s no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know he’s honest
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right sweet angel
Well now it’s too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxaphone play us until the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion
You don’t need protection
Here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don’t want your money I want you instead
Don’t need rejection
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Well if you cross your heart and spit
And swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get in the hit
Tell me that I’m your all night lover
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won’t you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Portobello Belle
———- —–
Bella donna’s on the highstreet
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriano’s old clothes
And yes her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up for the boots now
She thinks she’s tough
She ain’t no English rose
But the blind singer
He’s seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Bella donna lingers
Her gloves aint got no fingers
The blind man says he Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serinader
Upon a time he could of made her
She thinks she’s tough
She ain’t no English rose
But the blind singer
He’s seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
This time a pair a boys are hawking
And the paraket is squawking
Upon a truck there is a wino
She get the crying off the wino
And then she here the raggy rumble
Bella donna is in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don’t care about your window box or your button hole
Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
Single-Handed Sailor
————- ——
Follow Me Home
—— — —-
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long they been slaughtering upon the stone.
Share out the meat
Yeah you really like to eat,
Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home.
Oh well the priest, he cried
‘Virgin ascending to the skies tonight’
All day long I’ve passed my time alone.
When the church bell rung
Stayed out on the tower in the dying sun
Now come on, woman, come, follow me home.
Well I don’t need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes, I share the feast
So drink up more wine, yes, and a song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight, clear as the day,
Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home.
