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Playing Mark Knopfler & Dire Straits (40 Years: 1978​-​2018)

by David Furtado

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1.
Father and Son 02:38
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2.
Down to the Waterline 03:59
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Sweet surrender on the quayside You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline Near misses on the dogleap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A foghorn blowing out wild and cold A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn Your hands are cold but your lips are warm She can see him on the jetty where they used to go She can feel him in the places where the sailors go When she's walking by the river and the railway line She can still hear him whisper Let's go down to the waterline
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Six Blade Knife 03:47
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Beryl 02:59
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Beryl was on another level When she got a Booker medal She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave Beryl, every time they’d overlook her When they gave her a Booker She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave It’s all too late now It’s all too late now It’s too late, you dabblers It’s all too late It’s too late, you dabblers It’s all too late Beryl, the tobacco overtook her When they gave her a Booker She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave It’s all too late now It’s all too late now It’s too late, you dabblers It’s all too late It’s too late, you dabblers It’s all too late Beryl was on another level When she got a Booker medal She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave After all she gave After all she gave
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In the Heartland 02:37
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Sultans of Swing 05:41
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You get a shiver in the dark It's 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 that music ring Well, now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Oh, but the horns, they're blowing 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 wanna make it cry or sing Left-handed 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 Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet-playing band It ain't what they call "Rock 'n' Roll" And the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole, Creole And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings "Goodnight, now it's time to go home." Then he makes it fast with one more thing, "We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing."
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Potato Picking 02:07
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Calling Elvis 04:14
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Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone
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Follow Me Home 04:22
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Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries Virgins ascending to the skies tonight All day long I have passed my time alone And when the church bell rung I stayed out on the tower In a dying sun Now come on woman, come follow me home Well I don't need no priest But I love all of the people Yes I share the feast So drink up my wine Yes and the song in my bones I know the way I can see by the moonlight Clear as the day Now come on woman, come follow me home
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Working on It 03:16
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Southbound Again 02:57
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Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne I get the same old feeling Every time I'm moving down the line Southbound again last night I felt like crying Right now I'm sick of living But I'm going to keep on trying
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Yakety Axe 03:24
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Poverty stricken but still I'm a-stickin' to the things I know to be facts One day it's feathers and the next day chicken while I'm pickin' my yakety axe Ev'rybody says that I never will get far, keepin' out of work by pickin' this guitar Livin' on a shoestring, puttin' off things like a shave and a haircut Money don't matter as long as I scatter a little bit of happiness around If people keep a grinnin' I figure I'm a winnin' my good old yakety sound City folks go around turnin' up their noses and countin' their greenbacks and smellin' their roses But I wouldn't trade my yakety axe, even for a T-bone I'm confessin' I never took a lesson, all my notes are a matter of guessin' Hopin' they'll come out in some kinda manner that'll make the yakety sound So if you're in the mood and your feet start tappin' And you feel laid back and your hands start clappin' Then I'll have done what I wanted to from way back You're diggin' my yakety axe
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Just Instinct 01:27
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Lady Writer 03:32
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Lady writer on the TV Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV She had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all the brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You'd talk to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Yes and your rich old man, You know he'd a call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a Jazz singer Just the way that her hair fell down around her face And I recall my fall from grace Another time another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want it just the same as the ... Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary You know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV
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Song for Sonny Liston 04:53
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So many mouths To feed on the farm Sonny was the second To the last one born His mamma ran away And his daddy beat him bad And he grew up wild Good love he never had He had a left Like henry's hammer A right like betty bamalam Rode with the muggers In the dark and dread And all them sluggers Went down like lead Well he hung with the hoods He wouldn't stroke the fans But he had dynamite In both his hands Boom bam Like the slammer door The bell and the can And the bodies on the floor Beware the bear's in town Somebody's money says The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles Sonny's going down For miles and miles Sonny's going down For miles and miles The writers didn't like him The fight game jocks With his lowlife backers And his hands like rocks They didn't want to have A bogey man They didn't like him And he didn't like them Black cadillac Alligator boots Money in the pockets Of his sharkskin suits Some say the bear Took a flop They couldn't believe it When they saw him drop He had a left Like henry's hammer A right like betty bamalam Rode with the muggers In the dark and dread And all them sluggers Went down like lead Joe Louis was his hero He tried to be the same But a criminal child Wears a ball and chain So the civil rights people Didn't want him on the throne And the hacks and the cops Wouldn't leave him alone Beware the bear's in town Somebody's money says The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles Sonny's going down For miles and miles Sonny's going down For miles and miles At the foot of his bed With his feet on the floor There was dope in his veins And a pistol on the drawer There was no investigation As such He hated needles But he knew too much Criss-crossed On his back Scars from his daddy Like slavery tracks The second-last child Was the second-last king Never again was it the same In the ring He had a left Like henry's hammer A right like betty bamalam Rode with the muggers In the dark and dread And all them sluggers Went down like lead They never could be sure About the day he was born A motherless child Set to working on the farm And they never could be sure About the day he died The bear was the king They cast aside Beware the bear's in town Somebody's money says The bear's going down Yeah, the bear never smiles Sonny's going down For miles and miles Sonny's going down For miles and miles
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Water of Love 06:08
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High and dry in the long hot day Lost and lonely every way Got the flats all around, sky up above Yes, I need a little water of love I've been too long lonely and my heart feel pain Crying out for some soothing rain I believe I have taken enough Yes, I need a little water of love Water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Someday baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high Just awaiting for me to die If I don't get some water soon I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon Water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Someday baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me Once I had a woman I could call my own Once I had a woman. Now my woman—she gone Once there was a river now there's a stone You know it's evil when you're living alone Water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Someday baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me Carry that water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Someday baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me
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Going Home (Theme of the Local Hero) 03:38
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1. Father and Son
2. Down to the Waterline
3. Six Blade Knife
4. Beryl
5. In the Heartland
6. Sultans of Swing
7. Potato Picking
8. Calling Elvis
9. Follow Me Home
10. Working on It
11. Southbound Again
12. Yakety Axe
13. Just Instinct
14. Lady Writer
15. Song for Sonny Liston
16. Water of Love
17. Going Home (Theme of the Local Hero)

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released August 2, 2020

David Furtado: Guitar, vocals, backing vocals, bass, drums, percussion, keyboards, arrangements, production.
Recorded and mixed at Major Max Studios, May 2016 – February 2018. Photo: A Deptford street.

All compositions by Mark Knopfler except "Yakety Axe" (Boots Randolph, James Rich, Merle Travis).

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I started to play guitar at 12. Piano, bass and drums came later.

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