A "Money For Nothing" Discography




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 
  
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 
 
Portobello Belle
  
Bella donna's on the high street 
Her breasts upon the off beat 
And the stalls are just the side shows 
Victoriana's old clothes 
And yes her jeans are tight now 
She gotta travel light now 
She's gotta tear up all her roots now 
She got a turn up for the boots now 
Yeah she thinks she's tough 
She ain't no english rose 
But the blind singer 
He's seen enough and he knows 
Yes and he do a song 
About a long gone irish girl 
Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle 

She sees a man upon his back there 
Escaping from a sack there 
And bella donna lingers 
Her gloves they got no fingers 
Yeah, the blind man singing irish 
He get his money in a tin dish 
Just a corner serenader 
Upon a time he could have made her, made her 
Yeah, she thinks she's tough 
She ain't no english rose 
Ah, but the blind singer 
He's seen enough and he knows 
Yes and do a song 
About a long gone Irish girl 
Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle 

Yes and the barrow boys are hawking 
And a Parakeet is squawking 
Upon a truck there is a rhino 
She get the crying of a wino 
And then she hear the reggae rumble 
Bella donna's in the jungle 
But she is no garden flower 
There is no distress in the tower 
Oh, bella donna walks 
Bella donna taking a stroll 
But she don't care about your window box 
Or your button hole 
Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl 
Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle   

Twisting by the pool
 
We're going on a holiday now 
Gonna take a villa, a small chalet 
On the Costa del Magnifico 
Where the cost of living is so low 
Yeah, we're gonna be so neat 
Dance to the Eurobeat 
Yeah, we're gonna be so cool 
Twisting by the pool 
Sitting in a small cafe now 
Swing, swing, swingin to the cabaret 
You wanna see a movie, take in a show now 
Meet new people at the disco 
Yeah, we're gonna be so neat 
Dance to the Eurobeat 
Yeah, we're gonna be so cool 
Twisting by the pool 

And we can stil get information 
Reading all about inflation 
And you're never gonna be out of reach 
There's a call-box on the beach 

Mmm, you're gonna look so cute 
Sunglasses and bathing suites 
Be the baby of my dreams 
Like the ladies in the magazine 
Yeah, we're gonna be so neat 
Dance to the Eurobeat 
Yeah, we're gonna be so cool 
Twisting by the pool 

I'm a twisting fool 
Just twisting, yeah twisting 
Twisting by the pool   

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 
  
Romeo and Juliet
 
A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsuss serenade 
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made 
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade 
Says something like you and me babe how about it? 
Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack 
He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back 
You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that 
Anyway what you gonna do about it? 

Juliet the dice were loaded from the start 
And I bet and you exploded in my heart 
And I forget I forget the movie song 
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? 

Come up on different streets they booth were streets of shame 
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same 
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real 
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? 

When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold 
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold 
You promised med everything you promised me thick and thin 
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him 

Juliet when we made love you used to cry 
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die 
There's a place for us you know the movie song 
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? 

I can't do the talk like they talk on tv 
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be 
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you 
I can't do anything except be in love with you 

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be 
All I do is keep the beat and bad company 
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme 
Julie I'd do the stars with you any time 

Juliet when we made love you used to cry 
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die 
There's a place for us you know the movie song 
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? 

A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsuss serenade 
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made 
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade 
Says something like you and me babe how about it?   

Where do you think you're going?
 
Where d'ya think you're going 
Don't you know it's dark outside 
Where d'ya think you're going 
Don't you care about my pride 
Where d'ya think you're going 
I think a you don't know 
You got no way of knowing 
I understand your changes 
A-long before you reach the door 
I know what you came her for 
And now I'm sick of joking 
You know I like you to be free 
A-where d'ya think ya going 
I think you better go with me girl 

You say there is no reason 
But you still find cause to doubt me 
If you ain't with me girl 
You're gonna be without me 

Where d'ya think you're going 
Don't you know it's dark outside 
Where d'ya think you're going 
I wish I didn't care about my pride 
And now I'm sick of joking 
You know I like you to be free 
A-where d'ya think ya going 
I think you better go with me girl 
  
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 

Private investigations
 
It's a mystery to me - the game commences 
For the usual fee - plus expences 
Confidential information - it's in a diary 
This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry 
I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt 
You get to meet all sorts in this line of work 
Treachery an reason - there's always an excuse for it 
And when I find the reason I still get used to it 

And what have you got at the end of the day? 
What have you got to take away? 
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies 
Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes 

Scarred for life - no compensation 
private investigation 

Telegraph road
 
A long time ago came a man on a track 
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back 
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best 
He made a home in the wilderness 
he built a cabin and a winter store 
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore 
And the other travellers came riding down the track 
And they never went further and they never went back 
Then came the churches then came the schools 
Then came the lawyers and the came the rules 
The came the trains and the trucks with their loads 
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road 
Then came the mines - then came the ore 
Then there was the hard times then there was a war 
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside 
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide 
Like a rolling river... 

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze 
People driving home from the factories 
There's six lane of traffic 
Three lanes moving slow... 

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down 
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found 
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed 
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed 
And the birds up on the wires and the telepraph poles 
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold 
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code 
All the way down the telegraph road 

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights 
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights 
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair 
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care... 
But believe in me baby and I'll take you away 
From out of this darkness and into the day 
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain 
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane 
I've seen desperation explode into flames 
And I don't wanna see it again... 

From all of these signs saying soory but we're closed 
All the way down the telegraph road   

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 
 
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

 
All songs by Mark Knopfler except "Money for nothing" by Mark Knopfler & Sting 
  1,2 Produced by Muff Winwood 
3, 4, 9, 10 Produced by Mark Knopfler 
5, 6 Produced by Mark Knopfler & Jimmy Lovine 
7 Produced by Jerry Wexler & Barry Beckett 
8, 11, 12 Produced by Mark Knopfler & Neil Dorfsman 
    
1, 2, 3, 5, 6 Rondor Music (London) Ltd. / Straitjacket Songs Ltd. 
4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12  Rondor Music (London) Ltd. / Chariscourt Ltd. 
11 Mark Knopfler / Sting - Rondor Music (London) Ltd. / Chariscourt Ltd. / Virgin Music (Publishers) Ltd. 

Extract from "The Carousel Waltz" ("Tunnel of Love") by Rodgers / Hammerstein, published by Chappell Music Ltd. 

Musicians: 
  

Barry Beckett 
Roy Bittan 
Michael Brecker 
Randy Brecker 
Alan Clark 
Mel Collins 
Guy Fletcher 
Omar Hakim 
John Illsley 
David Knopfler 
Mark Knopfler 
Joop de Korte 
Hal Lindes 
Jimmy Maelen 
Mike Mainieri 
Tommy Mandel 
Sting 
Terry Williams 
Pick Withers 
 
Artwork concept: Paul Cummins 

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