Dire Straits

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• Titre : Dire Straits - Calling Elvis
• Album : On Every Street
• Année : 1991

Paroles :

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 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

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...

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• Titre : Dire Straits - Money For Nothing
• Album : Brothers In Arms
• Année : 1985

Paroles :

Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That aim's working that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and chicks for free

Now that aim's working that's the way you do it
Lemme tell them guys and dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

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

We got to install microwave ovens
Custom kitchens deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour TV's

I should a learned to play the guitar
I should a learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stick in the camera
Man we could have some fun

And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee
That aim's working that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothing get your chicks for free

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

Now that aim's working that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That aim's working that's the way you do it
Money for nothing and your chicks for free

Money for nothing and chicks for free

Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
Goodness me could this be Industrial Disease ?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas
And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
There's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are' classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over there's an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean Industrial Disease

Doctor Parkinson declared I'm not surprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from smoking brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees
But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease
He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
But I'm glad you came to see me to get his off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of Industrial Disease

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
They wanna have a war so they can keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war so they can keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
They're pointing out the enemy to keepyou deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease
Meanwhile the first Jesus says I'd cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons
The other one's out on hunger strike he's dying by degrees
How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease

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• Titre : Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing
• Album : Down To The Waterline
• Année : 1978

Paroles :

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 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 competitions 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

And 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'