Communique album — Dire Straits: текст песни

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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

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.