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Rotterdam 1978, Dire Straits
Rotterdam 1978
Release type: Concert
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Down To The Waterline Lyrics
Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time
And weíre counting all the numbers down to the waterline
Near misses on the dogleap stairways
French kisses in the darkened doorways
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder
Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm
She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When sheís walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Letís go down to the waterline.
03:52 192 5,31 ą0.10
Six Blade Knife Lyrics
Your six blade knife do anything for you;
anything you want it to.
One blade breaking my heart; one blade tearing me apart,
well, your six blade knife do anything for you.

You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin;
when you come up from behind and you lay it down cold on my skin.
You took a stone from my soul when I was lame
just so you could make me tame;
yes, you take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin.


I want to be free of it babe, I don't want it no more;
I'd like to be free of it babe, I don't want it no more.

Everybody's got a knife it can be just what you want it to be,
a needle, a wipe, or something that you just can't see;
Your six blade knife want to make you strong,
yes, I need to do me long;
Your six blade knife do anything for you.

04:00 192 5,50 ą0.10
Once Upon A Time In The West Lyrics
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Yes itís no use saying that you donít know nothing
Itís still gonna get you if you donít do something
Sitting on a fence thatís a dangerous course
Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force
Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Mother mary your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Whoís protecting the innocenti
Heap big trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how weíre gonna do whatís best
You guess once upon a time in the west

Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Once upon a time in the west
05:00 192 6,87 ą0.10
Lady Writer Lyrics
Lady Writer on the t.v.
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectations left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the t.v.
Yeah, 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
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the t.v.
She had all the brains and the beauty
The picture does not fit
You talked to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Yes and your rich old man
You know he'd call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus you mother was a jazz singer

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the t.v.
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want you just the same as the

Lady writer on the t.v.
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the t.v.
Lady writer on the t.v.
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the t.v.
03:22 192 4,60 ą0.10
Water Of Love Lyrics
High and dry in the long hot day
Lost and lonely in every way
Got the flats all around me sky up above
I need a little water of love

Iíve been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
Crying out for some soothing rain
I believe I have taken enough
I need a little water of love

Water of love deep in the ground
No water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
Itíll carry that water of love to me

Thereís a bird up in a tree sitting up high
Waiting for me to die
If I donít get some water soon
Iíll be dead and gone in the afternoon

Once I had a woman I could call my own
Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
Once there was a river now thereís a stone
You know itís evil when youíre living alone
05:20 192 7,33 ą0.10
In The Gallery Lyrics
Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the ncb that was
A fallen angel and jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater’s waltz

Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work iin clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in london and in leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be in the gallery

And then you get an artist says he doesn’t want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who’s going to be in the gallery

No lies he wouldn’t compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don’t mean a thing
I’ve got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
So he’s going to be in the gallery
05:28 192 7,49 ą0.10
What's The Matter With You Baby Lyrics 03:15 192 4,47 ą0.10
Lions Lyrics
Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.

Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
They’re all in the station praying for trains
Cogregations late again
It’s getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He’s crazy lion howling for a fight.

Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there’s hope later for capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
Then she’s reading about a swing to the right
But she’s thinking about a stranger in the night
I’m thinking about the lions tonight
What happened to the lions.
05:56 192 8,15 ą0.10
Sultans Of Swing Lyrics
You get a shiver in the dark,
it's 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 alright, you hear the music ring.

You step inside -
but you don't see too many faces.
Coming in out of the rain
to hear the jazz fall down.
There's competition in other places.
But not too many horns can make that sound.
Way on downsouth, way on downsouth in
London town.

You check out Guitar George,
he knows all the chords.
Runnin' strictly rhythm, he doesn't want
to make it cry or sing...
But then an old guitar is all he can afford,
When he gets 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.
Now he can play the honky tonk like anything...
Saving it up, for Friday night.
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing.

And a crowd of young boys,
go fooling around in the corner.
Dressed in their best formed baggies,
and their platform soles.
They don't give a damn
about any trumpet playing band.
It ain't what they call Rock n' Roll.
And the Sultans...
yeah, the Sultans - they play Creole.

And then the man,
he steps right up to the microphone...
And says " At last!"
just as the time bell rings.
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing.

"We are the Sultans"

"We are the Sultans of Swing"
05:47 192 7,95 ą0.10
Wild West End Lyrics
Stepping out to angellucciís for my coffee beans
Checking out the movies and the magazines
Waitress she watches me crossing from the barocco bar
Iím getting a pickup for my steel guitar
I saw you walking out shaftesbury avenue
Excuse me for talking I wanna marry you
This is the seventh heaven street to me
Donít be so proud
Youíre just another angel in the crowd
And Iím walking in he wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend

And my conductress on the number nineteen
She was a honey
Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money
Greasy hair easy smile
Made me feel nineteen for a while
Amd wi went down to chinatown
In the backroom itís a manís world
All the money go down
Duck inside the doorway gotta duck to eat
Right now feels alright now
You and me we canít beat

And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
The deejay he say hereís mandy for ya
I feel alright to see her
But sheís paid to do that stuff
Sheís dancing high I move on by
The close ups can get rough
When youíre walking in the wild west end
04:59 192 6,86 ą0.10
Eastbound Train Lyrics 05:07 192 7,03 ą0.10