Mark Knopfler Quotes

If we can't get along we oughta be apart
And I'm wondering where'd you get that cold, cold heart
Set me free - sign my release
I'm tired of being the villain of the peace

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles.
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes and roars, dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash.
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash.<p>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 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.

Oh the iron will and the iron hand
In England's green and pleasant land
No music for the shameful scene That night they said it had even shocked the queen

I can see what you're looking to find
In the smile on my face
In my peace of mind
In my state of grace
I send what I can
To the man from the ministry
He's a part of heaven's plan
And he talks to me
Now I send what I can to the man
With the diamond ring

It takes love over gold
And mind over matter
To do what you do that you must
When the things that you hold
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers like dust

Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains and the beauty.
The picture does not fit
You talked to me when you felt like it.
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place.

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't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am.

A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet

A love struck Romeo, sings a street-suss serenade;
Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made.
Finds a convenient street light, steps out of the shade
He says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

You say I'm the greatest, bound for glory.
Well the word is out and I learned.
I got the latest side of the story:
You're pulling out before you get burned.

Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had.
It took six hamburgers and scotch all night
Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right.
’Cause if you wanna run cool,
If you wanna run cool,
If you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel.

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug
Sometimes it all come together baby
Sometimes you're a fool in love
Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby
Sometimes you're the ball
Sometimes it all come together
Sometimes you're gonna lose it all

MacIntyre's teaching us waltzing Out on the gymnasium floor McIntyre's out of the army
You'll be slippered if you get him wrong
McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym And we've only got a little short song
We've only got a little short song

I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
Now and then I think of you
Any which way we're all shufflin'
Forward in the queue
They'd like to move my operation
They'd like to get me off the pier
And I dream I'm on a steamer
Pullin' out of here