Mark Knopfler Quotes

You must go, forget it
Let it all go, let it all go
Go, forget it, let it all go

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

Well, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
Yeah, life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder
Your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder
Like you don't seem to care

Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans
Checking out the movies and the magazines
Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar
I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
Excuse me for talking I wanna marry you
This is the 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
She was a honey
Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money
Greasy hair, easy smile
Made me feel nineteen for a while

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.

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.

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.

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.

Two men say they’re Jesus, one of them must be wrong.

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 wonder if there's no forever
No walking hand in hand
Down a yellow brick road
To never never land
These days I get to where I'm going
Make it there eventually
Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
To where I'm meant to be ... When I think about us
I see the picture that we made
The picture to remind us
True love will never fade.

But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms.

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

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.