di Knopfler

DIRE STRAITS

You get a shiver in the dark
It’s a 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 the music ring

Well now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town

You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind, it’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
They said 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 the Honky Tonk like anything
Savin’ it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We’re the Sultans of Swing…

di Wilson, White, Rix, Baines, Hodgson

KAISER CHIEFS

Time on your side it’ll never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic

It don’t matter to me
All I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn’t see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist

It don’t matter to me
All I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Oh my God I can’t believe it
I’ve never been this far away from home
Oh my God I can’t believe it
I’ve never been this far away from home
Oh my God I can’t believe it
I’ve never been this far away from home
Oh my God I can’t believe it
I’ve never been this far away from home…

di Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe

R.E.M.

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river there is a girl without a dream
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But I’m not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the conversation’s dimmed
Go build yourself another home, this choice isn’t mine
I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The ocean sang, the conversation’s dimmed
Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn’t mine
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…