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Mark Knopfler의 두 번째 솔로 앨범.(2000년 발매)

 

 

앨범 리뷰

Release date : 2000.09.25.

Recorded at : Nashville, USA / 1997-1999

Produced by : Mark Knopfler / Chuck Ainlay

 

 

Tracks

 1. What It Is (4:55)
 2. Sailing To Philadelphia (5:28)
 3. Who's Your Baby Now (3:03)
 4. Baloney Again (5:09)
 5. The Last Laugh (3:20)
 6. Silvertown Blues (6:00)
 7. El Macho (5:28)
 8. Prairie Wedding (4:24)
 9. Wanderlust (3:51)
10. Speedway At Nazareth (6:20)
11. Junkie Doll (4:33)
12. Sands Of Nevada (3:51)
13. One More Matinee (4:05)


All songs written by Mark Knopfler


Musicians

 * Mark Knopfler : guitar, vocals
 * Richard Benett : guitars and strings
 * Guy Fletcher : keyboards and backing vocals
 * Jim Cox : Hammond Organ, piano
 * Glenn Worf : bass
 * Chad Cromwell : drums
 * Aubrey Haynie : violin (1,11)
 * James Taylor : vocals (2)
 * Paul Franklin : pedal steel (2,9,10,11,13,14)
 * Danny Cummings : percussion (3,8,14)
 * Jim Hoke : harmonica, autoharp (4)
 * Robert Bailey : vocals (4)
 * Louis Nunley : vocals (4)
 * Chris Willis : vocals (4)
 * Duane Starling : vocals (4)
 * Van Morisson : vocals (5)
 * Jim Horn : tenor, baritone saxophone (5)
 * Wayne Jackson : trumpet (5)
 * Harvey Thompson : tenor saxophone (5)
 * Glenn Tilbrook : vocals (7,14)
 * Chris Difford : vocals (7,14)
 * Chris Rodriguez : vocals (8)
 * Tim Davis : vocals (8)
 * Frank Ricotti : marimba (8)
 * Mike Haynes : flugel horn (8,14), trumpet (14)
 * Gilian Welch : vocals (9,11)
 * David Rawlings : vocals (9,11)
 * Mike Henderson : mandolin (12)

 

 

Lyrics >>

>> What It Is

The drinking dens are spilling out and staggering in the square,
there's lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air
then around the dungeon doors there's shelters in the queues,
everybody's looking for somebody's arms to fall into

It's what it is. That's what it is man

Here's frost on the graves and the monuments but the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government and shovel hot food down
Lights are out in cityhall, the castle and the keep
moon shines down upon it all, the legless and the sleepless

Cold on a tollgate where the wagons creeping through
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do

Hmm that's what it is, it's what it is now

The garrison sleeps and the citadel with the ghosts and the ancient stones
High on the parapet the Scottish pipers stands alone
High on the wind the howling runes speak of the rule
And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul

Cold on a tollgate where the Caledonian moves
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do with you

That's what it is, it's what it is now
What it is, it's what it is now now now

There's a chink of light as a burning wick
there's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs in the mean wee hours
On Charlotte Street they take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of little Nell

That's what it is, it's what it is now
What it is, it's what it is now now now

>> Sailing To Philadelphia

I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you sir and a ladies arms enjoy
Oh Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...

He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
He cut me out for picking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon line

Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the Iroquois...

Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The moon and tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your star should guide us here...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon line

>> Who's Your Baby Now

The rock you stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey baby who's your baby now
On the slipway of your dream
Stands someone elses scheme
Hey baby, who's your baby now

Your baby now, baby now
Your baby now, your baby now

The ancient trate you ply
Ain't enoiugh to get you by
Hey baby who's you baby now
The yard is locked and closed
The old guard has been deposed
Hey baby, who's your baby now

Your baby now, baby now
Your baby now, your baby now

You always had to be the kind
To have to say what's on your mind
And hey, you really showed 'em how
You used to laugh about
I used to dish it out
But hey, who's laughing now

'Cos the rock you stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey baby, who's your baby now
Yeh the rock you stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey baby, who's your baby now


>> Baloney Again

We don't eat in no white restaurants
We're eating in a car
Baloney again, baloney again
We don't sleep in no white hotel bed
We're sleeping in a car, baloney again
You don't strut around in this countrytown
You best stay in the car
Look on ahead don't stare around
You best stay where you are
You're a long way from home, boy
Don't push your luck too far
Baloney again

Twenty-two years we've sung the word
Since ninetee, thirty-one
Amen, I say amen
Now the young folk want to praise the lord
With guitar, bass and drums, amen
Well I never get tired of Jesus
But it's has been a heavy load
Carrying his precious love
Down a long dirt road
We're a long way from home
Just let's pay the man and go
Baloney again

The Lord is my sheperd
He leaded me in pastures green
He gave us this day
Our daily bread and gasoline
Go under the willow
Park her up beside the stream
Shoulders for pillows
Lay down your head and dream
Shoulders for pillows
Lay down your head and dream

>> The Last Laugh

Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh my friend
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh at the end
Down in the gutter with the metal soldiers
Down in the scupper with the drunken sailors
Down in the gutter with the metal soldiers
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down

Games you tought you learned
You neither lost nor won
Dreams have crashed and burned
But you're still going on
Out on highway with the roadgang working
Up on a mountain with the cold wind blowing
Out on the highway with the road band working
But the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down

They had you crying but you came up smiling
They had you crawling but you came up flying
They had you crying but you came up smiling
And the last laugh, baby is yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Yeh don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down

>> Silvertown Blues

On Silvertown way, the cranes stand high
Quiet and grey against the still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side

From the poisinous drains a vision appear
New circle of cranes and new reason to be here
The big silverdome raising up into the dawn
Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone gone gone

If I'd a bucket of gold
What would I do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

A silver dawn steals over the dust
A truck with no weels upon cinder blocks
Men with no dreams around the fire in the docks
Scrap metal sceams are rusting over the night night night nitgh

If I'd a bucket of gold
Silver would do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

And I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice
You could knock and walk in for citizens advice
Tell you the way you can turn, the way you can learn
There's nothing they can tell me I don't allready know

If I'd a bucket of gold
Silver would do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

And I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

From the Canning Town train I saw a bill board high
There's a big silverplane raising up into the sky
I can make out the words seven flights every day
Say's six of those birds are bound for JFK

If I'd a bucket of gold
Silver would do
Leave the story untold
Silvertown blues

And I'm going down silvertown, down in silverdown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown
Going down slivertown, down in silvertown
I'm going down in silvertown, down in silvertown

Down in silvertown
Down in silvertown
Down in silvertown


>> El Macho

Your data has gone home
Now you left on your own sweet own
You're a toughtalking friend
Split on you in the bitter end
And you look like a fine thing Jerry
yeah you look like a fine thing Jerry

They/We/You say you're a star
That's what the boys all say you are
I don't see much TV
So you don't mean shit to me
But you look like a fine thing Jerry
Yeah you look like a fine thing Jerry

But they got a name for people like you
Yeah they do
and they got a name for people like me too

El macho, El macho

Now they want you to sing
Don't get shy or anything
The boys all here
Gonna buy you another beer
'Cause you look like a fine thing Jerry
Yeah you look like a fine thing Jerry
El macho, El macho

>> Prairie Wedding

We only knew each other by letter
When I met her off of the train.
When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still
She was standing there and speaking my name
Guaranteed she looked like an angel
I couldnt think of what I should say
When Adam saw Eve in the garden
I believe he felt the same way

I handed her up on the wagon
And I loaded up her trunk behind
She was sitting up there with the gold in her hair
And I tried to get a hold of my mind.

Think you could love me Mary
Think we got a chance of life
Do you think you could love me Mary
Now you oughta be my wife

We finally headed out of the station
And we drove up the home trail
And when we came on the farm she laid a hand on my arm
I thought my resolution would fail
And I froze as she stepped in the doorway
Stood there as still as could) be
I said I know it ain't much, it needs a woman's touch
Lord she turned around and looked at me

Think you could love me Mary
Think we got a chance of life
Do you think you could love me Mary
Now you oughta be my wife

We had a prairie wedding
There was a preacher and a neighbour or two
I gave my golden thing an gold wedding ring
And the both of us said I do
When the sun's going down on the prairie,
And the gold in her hair is a flame
I say Do you really love me Mary and
I hold her and I whisper her name.

Think you could love me Mary
Think we got a chance of life
Do you think you could love me Mary
Now you oughta be my wife

>> Wanderlust

Big black cloud
On a yellow plane
Sure enough it
Looks like rain
Packin' up all our
Faith and trust
Me and the wanderlust

Open windows
Empty bed and chair
Who's that callin'
Ain't nobody there
I look behind me
And I see there's just
Me and the wanderlust

Dead of night
I had a dream
Sky was bright yes and the
Fields were green
It was down the road
In the cloud of dust
Me and the wanderlust

And I'm on the egde
Of an endless fall
Sure enough
He's come to call
Got to go now
Get on that bus
Me and the wanderlust

>> Speedway At Nazareth

After two thousands came thousands and one
To be the new champions, we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way

It was in Phoenix in the morning, I had a wakeup call
She went around the without a warning and put me in the wall
I drove at Long Beach California with three cracked vertebrae
And we went on the Indianapolis, Indiana in May

Well, the Brickyard's there to crusify anyone whol will not learn
I climbed the mountains to qualify I went flat throught the turn
But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died
And I sat down in gasoline alley and I cried

Well we were in at the killercamp on the Milwaukee mile
And in June up in Michigan we were robbet at Belle Isle
Then It was on to Portland Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I blew off almost everyone when I my motor let go

New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
Those walls from Mid Ohio to Toronto they hurt
So we came to Rode America where we burned up at the lake
But at the Speedway At Nazareth I made no mistake

>> Junkie Doll

Turnpike Lane, Tunrpike Lane
You spiked my arm
But you missed the vain
Now it's all gone
But the scars remain
Junkie doll, I was stuck on you
My junkie doll

Turnham Green, Turnham Green
You took me high
As I've ever been
Now it's all gone
And now I'm clean
Junkie doll I was stuck on you
My junkie doll

And a little bit of this would get you up
And a little bit of that would get you down
And a little bit of this would get you up
And a little bit of that would get you down
And a little bit of this would get you up
And a little bit of that would get you down
And a little bit of this would get you up
And a little bit of that would get you down

Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane
You took my heart,
Pan american
Now rain or shine
It's all the same
Junkie doll, I was stuck on you
My junkie doll

A little bit of this would get you up
A little bit of that would get you down
A little bit of this would get you up
A little bit of that would get you down
And a little bit of this would get you up
A little bit of that would get you down
A little bit of this would get you up
A little bit of that would get you down

>> Sands Of Nevada

These tables are haunted
By the ghost of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mointains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away

Lady luck's still a mystery
With her head on my shoulder
And I dont know why
I still want her to dance
I gusess that's all history
What it is is I'm older
And I'm still a fool
For a one-way romance

Her dice were red rubies
They rolled and they tumbeled
And I never saw time
Running out with my roll
And in the wasteland of cut glass
My dreams were crumbeled
And I payed with whathever
I had left for a soul

Now the dawn's has broken eve
On an empty horizon
No reason for folding
No rason to stay
It's too soon to be leaving
Too late for critizising
They go drifting away


     
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