Mark Knopfler - Speedway at Nazareth
Tekst :
After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be 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
Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a wake-up call
She went around without a warning put me in the wall
I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae
And we went on to to Indianapolis, Indiana in May
Well the Brickyard s there to crucify anyone who will not
learn
I climbed a mountain to qualify I went flat through the runs
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 kill again on the Milwauke Mile
And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G. I. Joe
And I d blown off almost everyone when 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 Road America where we burned up at the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake
Inne utwory
Just one time Sands of Nevada What it is The last laugh Beachcombing Boom like that The fish and the bird Prairie wedding In the sky Yakety axe One more matinee This is us Sailing to Philadelphia Cannibals Baloney again Secondary waltz If this is goodbye Losowe utwory
El Gringo un giorno passò col cappello
sugli occhi ed un sigaro spento appeso.
Io lo guardavo e poi senza una Colt
mi sentivo più nudo che indifeso.
El Gringo era
riflessi, speroni e silenzio
e lampi e grandi palle
e nemici...
Life is very short
And there s no time
For fussing and fighting
So I ll ask you once again
Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking
Until I can t go on
Boy you see...
We sit and we sigh
And nothing gets done
So right, so clued-up
We just get old
And all the while
Been torn asunder
Nicotine
And bacteria
What are we coming to
What are we gonna do
...
I ve been driving, a mid sized car,
I never hurt anyone
Is that a fact?
The price of gas keeps on rising
Nothing comes for free
Make like a stone, make like a plant
I can tell you, how this ends
I can check out any time I like
Nothing hurts like brave tomorrows
At the end of your line
Close the door and hide the phone
Nip the bud and still the branches
That you’re leaving behind
I should have told you