"Live At the BBC" Discography




Down to the waterline

Sweet surrender on the quayside 
You remember we used to run and ride 
In the shadow of cargoe I take you one 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 blowingout 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 on 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 
  
Six blade knife
  
Your six blade knife can do anything for you 
Anything you want it to 
One blade for breaking my heart 
One blade for tearing me apart 
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 lay it down cold on my skin 
Took a stone from my soul when I was lame 
Just so you could make me tame 
You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin 

I'd like to be free of it now - I don't want it no more 
I'd like to be free of it now - you know I don't want it no more 

Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be 
A needle a wife or something that you just can't see 

You know it keeps you strong 
Yes and it'll do me wrong 
Your six blade knife - do anything for you 
 
Water of love
  
High and dry in the long hot day 
Lost and lonley every day 
Got the flats all around me sky up above 
I need a little water of love 
I've been too long lonley 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 
It'll carry that water of love to me 

There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high 
Waiting for me to die 
If I don't get some water soon 
I'll 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 there's a stone 
You know it's evil then you're living alone   

Wild west end
 
Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffe beans 
Checking out the movies and the magazines 
Waitress she watches me crossing from the Borocco Bar 
I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar 
I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue 
Excuse me talking I wanna marry you 
This is seventh heaven street to me 
Don't be so proud 
You're just another angel in the crowd 
And I'm walking in the wild west end 
Walking with your wild best friend 
And my conductress on the number nineteen 
Ahe was a honey 
Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money 
Greasy hair easy smile 
made me feel nineteen for a while 
And I went down to Chinatown 
In the backroom it's a man's world 
All the money go down 
Duck inside the doorway gotta duck to eat 
Right now feels alright now 
You and me we can't beat 

And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her 
The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya 
I feel alright to see her 
But she's paid to do that stuff 
She's dancing high I move on by 
The close ups can get rough 
When you're walking in the wild west end 
  
Sultans of swing
 
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 competition too many 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 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 
The don't give a damm about any trumpet playing band 
It ain't whet 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 whith one more thing 
'We are the Sultans of Swing' 
  
Lions
 
Red sun go down way over dirty town 
Starlings 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 to Evensong 
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays 
They're all in the station praying for trains 
Congregation late again 
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days 
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright 
He's a 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 her home 
The 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 happend to the lions 
 
What's the matter baby?
 
There's a shadow hanging over the valley 
Total eclipse of the moon 
Closing up the gates of the city 
The wind plays a wild storm 
Don't you put the lock upon the window 
Don't you put the bar on the door 
Don't you cry for the rain in the sky 
You seen the storm before 

Well, what's the matter with you baby 
Baby, what's the matter now 
Tell me what's the matter you running in the shadows 
Every time you hear the wild man howl 

C'mon, tell me what's the matter with you babe 
Baby, what's the matter now 
What's the matter now you running in the shadows 
Every time you hear the wild man howl 

Lightning gonna strike at midnight 
Thunder gonna shake it around 
Don't you flinch don't give an inch 
Just a-let the flood come down 

C'mon, tell me what's the matter with you babe 
Baby, what's the matter now 
What's the matter now you running in the shadows 
Every time you hear the wild man howl 

C'mon, tell me what's the matter with you babe 
Baby, what's the matter now 
What's the matter now you running in the shadows 
Every time you hear the wild man howl 
 
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'r 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 my 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 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 cakewalk 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 whirlgig 
Money for muscle 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 dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away 
I could have cought 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 ar made 
To rockaway rockaway from Cullercoasts and Whitley bay out to 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

Credits

 
Tracks 1, 4, 5, 6, 8   Mark Knopfler - Straitjacket Songs Ltd. / Rondor Music (London) Ltd. 
Tracks 2, 3 Mark Knopfler - Chariscourt Ltd. / Rondor Music (London) Ltd. 
Track 7 David Knopfler & Mark Knopfler - Dormant Music Ltd. & Straitjacket Songs Ltd. / Rondor Music (London) Ltd. 

Tracks 1-7: John Illsley (Bass Guitar & Vocals), David Knopfler (Guitar & Keyboards), 

Mark Knopfler (Guitar & Vocals), Pick Withers (Drums).
Track 8: Alan Clark (Keyboards), John Illsley (Bass Guitar & Vocals), Mark Knopfler 
(Guitar & Vocals), Hal Lindes (Guitar & Vocals), Pick Withers (Drums).
Tracks 1-7 Live in Concert 22/7/78. 
Track 8 Live on The Old Grey Whistle Test 31/1/81. 
Tracks 1-7 produced by Jeff Griffin. 
Track 8 produced by Michael Appleton, Directed by Tom Corcoran. 

Extract from the Carousel Waltz (at the song "Tunnel of Love") composed by Richard 

Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein II. Published by Chaoppell Music, Ltd.

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