Način mog života (krepat ma ne molat ili I don't want to wait for life to be over)
09.05.2006., utorak
DIRE STRAITS
 SO FAR AWAY Here I am again in this mean old town And you’re so far away from me And where are you when the sun goes down You’re so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can’t see So far away from me You’re so far away from me I’m tired of being in love and being all alone When you’re so far away from me I’m tired of making out on the telephone And you’re so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can’t see So far away from me You’re so far away from me I get so tired when I have to explain When you’re so far away from me See you been in the sun and I’ve been in the rain And you’re so far away from me So far away from me So far I just can’t see So far away from me You’re so far away from me  TUNNEL OF LOVE getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that i choose sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo and i been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam and i don't know where i'll be tonight but i'd always tell you where i am in a screaming ring of faces i seen her standing in the light she had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night i put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll i had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and i'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love it's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk she said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this it's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and i'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love well it's been money for muscle another whirligig money for muscle and another girl i dig another hustle just to make it big and rockaway rockaway and girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids she took off a silver locket she said remember me by this she put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kiss and in the roar of the dust and diesel i stood and watched her walk away i could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and i'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love and now i'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades in any shooting gallery where promises are made to rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway and girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids  SULTANS OF SWING You get a shiver in the dark It's been raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel all right when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing Amd a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' and he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans of Swing'  |
