Mark Knopfler Lyrics
Mark Knopfler Lyrics
"5:15 AM Lyrics"
She's My Baby Lyrics
Maxi Jazz: Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sip my oran'juice and act c
Maxi Jazz: Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline is the rule, so I sip my oran'juice and act c
5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
the churchyard packed
with mining dead
then beneath the bridge
he comes to a giant car
a shroud of snow upon the roof
a mark ten jaguar
he thought the man was fast asleep
silent, still and deep
both dead and cold
shot through
with bullet h
HEROIN Lyrics
Well I wish, I was born A thousand years ago And I wish that I sailed The darkened sea On a great big clipper ship Goin' from this land into that In a sailors suit and cap Away from the big city - Away from the
olesWell I wish, I was born A thousand years ago And I wish that I sailed The darkened sea On a great big clipper ship Goin' from this land into that In a sailors suit and cap Away from the big city - Away from the
the one armed bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
put your money in
pull the levers
watch them spin
cash cows in all the pubs
but he preferred the new nightclubs
nineteen sixty-seven
bandit men in birdcage heaven
la dolce vita, sixty-nine
all new to people of the tyne
who knows who did what
somebody made a call
they said his hands
were in the
Hidden Lyrics
hidden in your every move are the words that you will never say stars and moons are not your style I've known for a while this is not your way I hear you I do know you very well and our time will tell if I re
pothidden in your every move are the words that you will never say stars and moons are not your style I've known for a while this is not your way I hear you I do know you very well and our time will tell if I re
that he’d been skimming hauls
he picks up the swag
they gaily gave away
drives his giant jag
off to his big pay day
the bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
the bandit man
came up the great north road
up to geordieland
to mine
the mother lode
seams blew up or cracked
black diamonds came hard won
generations toiled and hacked
for a pittance and
The Performer Lyrics
I'll come to town for you Dress up like a clown for you Pull my pants on down for you Then I'll crawl away I will blow hot fart on you I will build an R-2 D-2 I won't even start for you Unless
black lungI'll come to town for you Dress up like a clown for you Pull my pants on down for you Then I'll crawl away I will blow hot fart on you I will build an R-2 D-2 I won't even start for you Unless
crushed by tub or stone
together
and alone
how the young and old
paid the price of coal
eighteen sixty-seven
my angel’s gone to heaven
he’ll be happy there
sunlight and sweet clean air
they gather round the glass
tough hewers and crutters
child trappers and putters
the little foals and half-marrows
who pushed
and pulled the barrows
the hod boys
and the rolleywaymen
5.15 a.m.