Tema: Dire Straits - Tekstovi Pesama

Angel Of Mercy


Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight
I got the dragon at noon, yes, and I won the fight
Now, 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 armour 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 talkin', we could talk later on
Let the saxophone play us till the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection

Well, now, here come 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, yeah

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 gotta get into it
You got to tell me that I'm more than your lover

Yeah, 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

Yeah, 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

Ah, 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

Yeah, angel of mercy
You got me, baby
Oh, angel of mercy

Brothers In Arms


These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be

Some day you?ll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you?ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I?ve witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher

And though we were hurt so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die

But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Calling Elvis



Calling elvis - is anybody home
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone


Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel
Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel
Return to sender - treat me like a fool


Calling elvis - is anybody home
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone


Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan
You gotta tell him - he's still the man
Long distance baby - so far from home
Don't you think maybe you could put him on


Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel
Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel
Return to sender - treat me like a fool


Calling elvis - is anybody home
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
Calling elvis - I'm here all alone

Down To The Waterline


Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time
And we're 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 she's walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let's go down to the waterline

Badges Posters Stickers And T-shirts


Me and my mate, we think you're great
Some we like, some we hate
I know I've seen him on the adverts
Got any badges, posters, stickers or T-Shirts?

You were bloody great last time you come
I thought me 'ead was stuck in the bass drum
Bloody loud, my bloody head hurts
Got any badges, posters, stickers and T-Shirts?

So how'd you get a start in showbiz
My mate's as good on the drums as he is
My mate thinks I'm bloody cracked
Please sign my jacket on the back

All them badges made of plastic
I think they're great, just fantastic
I'm unemployed, he's still at school

He gets annoyed 'cos I'm such a fool

You don't half sweat a lot up there
Got any showers in here?
You're bloody great, my bloody head hurts
Got any badges, posters, stickers and T-Shirts?

Yeah me and my mate like AC/DC
Hot and sweaty, loud and greasy
My mom says we're a pair of perverts
Got any badges, posters, stickers or T-Shirts?

C'mon mister.

We hitch-hiked here in the pouring rain
Now we've missed the friggin' train

Hey! Can I 'ave one of them lagers?

Thanks very much mate. Can he have one?

Communique



We wanna get a statement for Jesus` sake
It`s like a talking to the wall
He`s incummunicado
No comment to make
He`s saying nothing at all
Yeah but in the communique
You know he`s gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he can talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he be saying something else

But in the communique you know he`s gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Well now the rumours are flying
Speculation rife
They 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 home alone

Then we get the story
The serious piece
And a photograph a taken in the hall
And 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 a Monday he`ll have something to say

Communication
Communique
Communique

Communication

Expresso love


She gets the sun in the daytime
Perfume in the dusk
And she comes out in the night time
With the honeysuckle musk
Because she smells just like a rose
And she tastes just like a peach
She got me walking where the wildlife goes
Id do anything to reach her

And she was made in heaven
Heavens in the world
Is this just expresso love
You know Im crazy for the girl

She call me just to talk
Shes my lover, shes a friend of mine
She says hey mister you wanna take a walk
In the wild west end sometime
And I get trouble with my breathing
She says boys dont know anything
But I know what I want
I want everything

Well I feel so good cos I feel so good
And I feel so good cos it feels so right
I was made to go with my girl
Like a saxophone was made to go with the night

And she can raise one eyebrow
Put her hand on my hip
And I close one eye now
Sweat on her tip
And I surrender to the fever
She love me so tender I got to believe her
Love? expresso loves alright

I dont want no sugar in it
Thank you very much
All wired up on it all fired up on it
Expresso touch
Hey maestro expresso
Its just another one just like the other one
Hey maestro expresso
Is this another one just like the other one

Heavy fuel


Last time I was sober
Man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had
It took six hamburgers
And a scotch all night
Nicotine for breakfast
Just to put me right
Cause if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
You got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

My life makes perfect sense
Lust and food and violence
Sex and money are my major kicks
Get me in a fight, I like dirty tricks
Cause if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
Yes, if you wanna run cool
You got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

My chick loves a man who's strong
The things she'll do to turn me on
I love the babes, don't get me wrong
Hey, that's why I wrote this song

I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread
Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
When my ugly big car won't climbs this hill
I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
Cause if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
Yes, if you wanna run cool
You got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

Lady Writer



Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the TV
Yeah, she had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hairfell down around her face
Then 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 talked to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hairfell 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 your mother was a jazz singer

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

Lady writer on the TV
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 TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And lady writer on the TV
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And lady writer on the TV

Money For Nothing



Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's

that little fagot with the earings and the make up. yeah buddy that is his own hear.
that little fagot haves his own jet airplane, that little fagot is a millionair.

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man, we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee. That ain't workin' that's the way you do it. Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free.

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free