A "Brothers In Arms" Discography




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   

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 

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup 
Yeah buddy that's his own hair 
That little faggot got his own jet airplane 
That little faggot he's a millionaire 

We gotta install microwave ovesns 
Custom kitchens 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 
 
Walk of life
  
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies 
Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say 
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman 
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay 
He got the action, he got the motion 
Yeah, the boy can play 
Dedication devotion 
Turning all the night time into the day 
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman 
He do the song about the knife 
He do the walk, he do the walk of life 

Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story 
Hand me down mu walkin' shoes 
Here come Johnny with the power and the glory 
Backbeat the talkin' blues 
He got the action, he got the motion 
Yeah, the boy can play 
Dedication devotion 
Turning all the night time into the day 

He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman 
He do the song about the knife 
He do the walk, he do the walk of life 

Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies 
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say 
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman 
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay 
He got the action, he got the motion 
Yeah the boy can play 
Decidation devotion 
Turning all the night time into the day 

And after all the violence and double talk 
There's just a song in the trouble and the strife 
You do the walk, you do the walk of life 
  
Your latest trick 
 
All the late night bargains have been struck 
Between the satin beaus and their belles 
And prehistoric garbage trucks 
Have the city to themselves 
Echoes roars dinosaurs 
They're all doing the monster mash 
And most of the taxis and the whores 
Are only taking calls for cash 
I don't know how it happened 
It all took place so quick 
But all I can do is hand it to you 
And your latest trick 

My door was standing open 
Security was laid back and lax 
But it was only my heart got broken 
You must have had a pass key made out of wax 
You played robbery with insolence 
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane 
And you never did have the inteligence to use 
The twelve keys hanging off my chain 

I don't know how it happened 
It all took place so quick 
But all I can do is hand it to you 
And your latest trick 

Now it's past last call for alcohol 
Past recall has been here and gone 
The landlord finally paid us all 
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns 
And we're standing outside of this wonderland 
Looking so bereaved and so bereft 
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands 
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left 

I don't know how it happened 
It was faster than the eye could flick 
But not all I can do is hand it to you 
And your latest trick 
  
Why worry
 
Baby I see this world has made you sad 
Some people can be bad 
The things they do, the things they say 
But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears 
I'll chase away those restless fears 
That turn your blue skies into grey 
Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain 
There should be sunshine after rain 
These things have always been the same 
So why worry now 

Baby when I get down I turn to you 
And you make sense of what I do 
I know it isn't hard to say 
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold 
Our love comes shining red and gold 
And all the rest is by the way 

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain 
There should be sunshine after rain 
These things have always been the same 
So why worry now   

Ride across the river
 
I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man 
We are the chosen, we're the partisan 
The cause it is noble and the cause it is just 
We are ready to pay with our lives if we must 
Gonna ride across the river deep and wide 
Ride across the river to the other side 

I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war 
And we don't give a damn who the killing is for 
It's the same old story with a different name 
Death or glory, it's the killing game 

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide 
Ride across the river to the other side 

Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night 
Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right 
And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled 
Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world 

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide 
Ride across the river to the other side 
 
The man's too strong 
 
I'm just and ageing drummer boy 
And in the wars I used to play 
And I've called the tune 
To many a torture session 
Now they say I am a war criminal 
And I'm fading away 
Father please her my confession 
I have legalised robbery 
Called it a belief 
I have run with the money 
And hid like a theif 
I have re-written history 
With my armies and my crooks 
Invented memories 
I did burn all the books 
And I can still hear his laughter 
And I can still hear his song 
The man's too big 
The man's too strong 

Well I have tried to be meek 
And I have tried to be mild 
But I spat like a woman 
And sulked like a child 
I have lived behind walls 
That have made me alone 
Striven for peace 
Which I have never known 
And I can still hear his laughter 
And I can still hear his song 
The man's too big 
The man's too strong 

Well the sun rose on the courtyard 
And they all did hear him say 
'You always were a Judas 
But I got you anyway 
You may have got your silver 
But I swear upon my life 
Your sister gave me diamonds 
And I gave them to your wife' 
Oh father please help me 
For I have done wrong 
The man's too big 
The man's too strong 
 
One world
 
Can't find no sleeves for my records 
Can't get no laces for my shoes 
Can't get no fancy notes 
On my blue guitar 
Can't get no antidote for blues 
Can't find the reasons for your actions 
Or I don't much like the reasoning you use 
Somehow your motives are impure 
Or somehow I can't find the cure 
Can't find no antidote for blues 

They say it's mostly vanity 
That writes the plays we act 
They tell me that's what everybody knows 
There's no such thing as sanity 
And that's the sanest fact 
That's the way the story goes 

Can't get no remedy on my TV 
There's nothing but the same old news 
They can't find a way to be 
One world in harmony 
Can't get no antidote for blues 
  
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 arm 
Through these fields of destruction 
Baptism of fire 
I've watched all your suffering 
As the battles raged higher 
And though they did hurt me 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

Credits

Guitar & Vocals Mark Knopfler 
Keyboards Alan Clark 
Keyboards & Vocals Guy Fletcher 
Bass & Vocals John Illsley 
Drums Omar Hakim / Terry Williams 
  
Produced by  Mark Knopfler and Neil Dorfsman 
Engineered by Neil Dofsman 
Assisted by Steve Jackson, Air Montserrat, 
Bruce Lampcov / David Greenberg, Power Station 
  
Recorded at  Air Studios, Montserrat, West Indies 
Mitxed at Power Station, New York 
  
Songs written by Mark Knopfler 
except "Money for Nothing" written by Mark Knopfler / Sting 
Published by Chariscourt Ltd / Rondor Music (London) Ltd. 
except "Money for Nothing" published by Chariscourt Ltd. / Rondor Music (London) Ltd. / Virgin Music (Publishers) Ltd. 
  
Design Sutton Cooper and Andrew Prewett 
Photography  Deborah Feingold 
Painting Thomas Steyer 
  
Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Masterdisk, New York 
  
Our special thanks to the following for helping to make the record: 
  
Michael Brecker, Randy Becker, Malcolm Duncan, Neil Jason, Tony Levin, Jimmy Maelen, Mike Mainieri, Dave Plews, Jack Sonni, Sting 
  
Ed Bicknell, Paul Cummins, Liz Whatley, Norman Dugdale, Jean Currie at Damage Management. Ron Eve of Bromley in Kent, Peter Brewis.  
All the staf of Air Montserrat, in particular Steve Jackson, Malcolm Kally, Frank Oglethorpe, "Sugar Daddy" George Morgan, Desmond Riley, Franklyn Allen, Carlton Farrell and Leroy Hixon.  
Trevor, Michael and Sarah at Gallery Studios, Chertsey. 
Staff of Power Station, New York and all at Rudy's Music Stop, 48th Street, New York 
Eric Clapton  
  
M.K. 
  
Sting appears courtesy of A. & M. Records 

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