Dire Straits


1. Down To The Waterune 4'02
(Mark Knopfler)
2. Water Of Love 5'27
(Mark Knopfler)
3. Setting Me Up 3'20
(Mark Knopfler)
4. Six Blade Knife 4'13
(Mark Knopfler)
5. Southbound Agai 3'00
(Mark Knopfler)
6. Sultans Of Swing 5'48
(Mark Knopfler)
7. In The Gallery 6'17
(Mark Knopfler)
8. Wild West End 4'42
(Mark Knopfler)
9. Lions 5'03
(Mark Knopfler)

Total Time: 41:52

  • Mark Knopfler - Lead & Rhythm Guitars, Vocals
  • David Knopfler - Rhythm Guitar
  • John Illsley - Bass
  • Pick Withers - Drums

    Produced by Muff Winwood
    Engineered by Rhett Davies
    Design & Artwork by HOTHOUSE.
    Cover Painting by Chuck Leyole at
    Photography by Paddy Merstzy
    Art Direcrion by Alen Schmidt for Charlie Gitlett

    Songs by Mark Knopfler.

    Lyrics Reproduced by kind permission of STRAIGHLJACKET SONGS / RONDOR MUSIC

    Thank You Robert Allan

    Recorded at BASING St. STUDIES. London. Feb. 1S78

    1. Down To The Waterune

      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

    2. Water Of Love

      High and dry in the long hot day
      Lost and lonely in every way
      Got the flats all around me sky up above
      I need a little water of love

      I've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
      Crying out for some soothing rain
      I believe I have taken enough
      I need a little water of love

      Water of love deep in the ground
      No water here to be found
      Some day baby when the river runs free
      It'll carry that water of love to me

      There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high
      Waiting for me to die
      If I don't get some water soon
      I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon

      Once I had a woman I could call my own
      Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
      Once there was a river now there's a stone
      You know it's evil when you're living alone

    3. Setting Me Up

      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

      Well your hands are squeezing me down to the bone
      I never saw you breaking no law
      Stands to reason I've got to leave you alone
      What you take me for

      You're setting me up to put me down
      You're making me out to be your clown
      You're just setting me up to put me down
      You better give it up
      Quit your messing around

      You think I care about your reaction
      You think I don't understand
      All you wanted was a piece of the action
      Now you talk about another man

    4. Six Blade Knife

      Your six blade knife can do anything for you
      Anything you want it to
      One blade for breaking my heart
      One blade for tearing me apart
      Your six blade knife-do anything for you

      You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
      When you come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin
      Took a stone from my soul when I was lame
      Just so you could make me tame
      You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin

      I'd like to be free of it now - I don't want it no more
      I'd like to be free of it now - you know I don't want it no more

      Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
      A needle a wife or something that you just can't see

      You know it keeps you strong
      Yes and it'll do me wrong
      Your six blade knife - do anything for you

    5. Southbound Agai

      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

    6. Sultans Of Swing

      You get a shiver in the dark
      It's been 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 all right when you hear that music ring

      You step inside but you don't see too many faces
      Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
      Too much competition too many other places
      But not too many horns can make that sound
      Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

      You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
      Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
      And 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 honky tonk just like anything
      Saving it up for Friday night
      With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

      Amd 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 and roll
      And the Sultans played Creole

      And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
      And says at last just as the time bell rings
      'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
      and he makes it fast with one more thing
      'We are the Sultans of Swing'

    7. In The Gallery

      Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
      And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
      A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
      A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz

      Some people have got to paint and draw
      Harry had to work in clay and stone
      Like the waves coming to the shore
      It was in his blood and in his bones
      Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
      He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
      He could not be in the gallery

      And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
      He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
      The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
      While the dealers they get together
      And they decide who gets the breaks
      And who's going to be in the gallery

      No lies he wouldn't compromise
      No junk no bits of string
      And all the lies we subsidise
      That just don't mean a thing
      I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
      And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
      So he's going to be in the gallery

    8. Wild West End

      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 he 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
      Amd wI went down to Chinatown
      In the backroom it's a man's world
      All the money go down
      Duck inside the doorway gotta duck to eat
      Right now feels alright now
      You and me we can't beat

      And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
      The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
      I feel alright to see her
      But she's paid to do that stuff
      She's dancing high I move on by
      The close ups can get rough
      When you're walking in the wild west end

    9. Lions

      Red sun go down way over dirty town
      Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
      A girl is there high heeling across the square
      Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
      Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
      She looks around to find a face she can like.

      Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
      Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
      They're all in the station praying for trains
      Cogregations late again
      It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
      Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
      He's crazy lion howling for a fight.

      Strap hanging gunshot sound
      Doors slamming on the overground
      Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
      Her evening paper is horror torn
      But there's hope later for Capricorns
      Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
      Then she's reading about a swing to the right
      But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
      I'm thinking about the lions tonight
      What happened to the lions.