Love Over Gold


1. Telegraph Road 14'18
(Mark Knopfler)
2. Private Investigations 6'47
(Mark Knopfler)
3. Industrial Disease 5'51
(Mark Knopfler)
4. Love Over Gold 6'17
(Mark Knopfler)
5. It Never Rains 7'59
(Mark Knopfler)

Total Time: 41:12

  • Mark Knopfler - Lead & Rhythm Guitars, Vocals
  • Hal Lindes - Rhythm Guitar
  • Alan Clark - Organ, Piano, Synthesizer
  • John Illsley - Bass, Vocals
  • Pick Withers - Drums

    Additional personnel:

  • Ed Walsh - Synthesizer, Synthesizer Programming
  • Mike Mainieri - Drums, Marimba, Vibraphone, Background Vocals (2, 4)

    Produced by Mark Knopfler
    Gregg Geller - Remastering
    Bob Ludwig - Remastering
    Joao Motta - Project Coordinator

    All Songs Written by Mark Knopfler

    Recorded 8 March - 11 June 1982

    1. Telegraph Road

      A long time ago came a man on a track
      walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
      and he put down his load where he thought it was the best
      made a home in the wilderness
      he built a cabin and a winter store
      and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
      and the other travellers came riding down the track
      and they never went further, no, they never went back
      then came the churches then came the schools
      then came the lawyers then came the rules
      then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
      and the dirty old track was the telegraph road

      Then came the mines - then came the ore
      then there was the hard times then there was a war
      telegraph sang a song about the world outside
      telegraph road got so deep and so wide
      like a rolling river. . .

      And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
      people driving home from the factories
      there's six lanes of traffic
      three lanes moving slow. . .

      I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
      I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
      yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
      we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
      and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
      they can always fly away from this rain and this cold
      you can hear them singing out their telegraph code
      all the way down the telegraph road

      You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
      when life was just a bet on a race between the lights
      you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
      now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
      but believe in me baby and I'll take you away
      from out of this darkness and into the day
      from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
      from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
      'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
      I've seen desperation explode into flames
      and I don't want to see it again. . .

      From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
      all the way down the telegraph road

    2. Private Investigations

      It's a mystery to me - the game commences
      for the usual fee - plus expenses
      confidential information - it's not a public inquiry

      I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
      you get to meet all sorts in this line of work
      treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
      and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it

      And what have you got at the end of the day?
      what have you got to take away?
      a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
      blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

      Scarred for life - nocompensation
      private investigations

    3. Industrial Disease

      Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
      somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
      there's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
      somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
      there's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
      there's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
      somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
      'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?

      The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
      they're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
      the watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas
      and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
      there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
      some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
      some blame the management some the employees
      and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

      The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
      innocence is injured experience just talks
      everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
      that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
      on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
      philosophy is useless theology is worse
      history boils over there's an economics freeze
      sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'

      Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
      you've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer
      I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees
      but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'
      he wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
      but I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
      come back and see me later - next patient please
      send in another victim of Industrial Disease'

      I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
      they got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
      two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
      there's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
      'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
      they wanna have a war to keep their factories
      they wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
      they wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
      they're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
      they wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
      they give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
      two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
      meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon
      abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons'
      the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
      how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease

    4. Love Over Gold

      You walk out on the high wire
      you're a dancer on thin ice
      you pay no heed to the danger
      and less to advice
      your footsteps are forbidden
      but with a knowledge of your sin
      you throw your love to all the strangers
      and caution to the wind

      And you go dancing through doorways
      just to see what you will find
      leaving nothing to interfere
      with the crazy balance of your mind
      and when you finally reappear
      at the place where you came in
      you've thrown your love to all the strangers
      and caution to the wind

      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

    5. It Never Rains

      I hear the Seven Deadly Sins
      and the Terrible Twins came to call on you
      the bigger they are babe
      the harder they fall on you
      and you you're always the same you persevere
      on the same old pleasure ground
      oh and it never rains around here
      it just comes pouring down

      You had no more volunteers
      so you got profiteers for to help you out
      with friends like that babe
      good friends you had to do without
      and now they've taken the chains and the gears
      from off your merry-go-round
      oh and it never rains around here
      it just comes pouring down

      And your new Romeo
      was just a gigolo when he let you down
      see the faster they are babe
      the faster they get out of town
      leaving make up stains and the tears
      of a clown
      yes and it never rains around here
      it just comes pouring down

      Oh you were just a roller coaster memory
      I don't know why I was even passing through
      I saw you making a date with Destiny
      when he came around here asking after you
      in the shadow of the Wheel of Fortune
      you're busy trying to clear your name
      you say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true
      but I'd be lying if I said I was to blame
      see we could have been major contenders
      we never got no money no breaks'
      you've got a list of all the major offenders
      you got a list of all their major mistakes
      and he's just standing on the shadows
      yes and you smile that come-on smile
      oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
      'I'd like to make it worth your while'

      Ah but it's a sad reminder
      when your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent
      and all you've got to give him
      is the use of your side-show tent
      yes and that's all that remains of the years
      spent doing to rounds
      and it never rains around here
      well it just comes pouring down

      Now you know what they say about beggars
      you can't complain about the rules
      you know what they say about beggars
      you know who's the first to blame his tools
      you never gave a damn about who you pick up
      and leave lying bleeding on the ground
      you screw people over on the way up
      because you thought that you were never coming down
      and he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley
      with his hand up smothering your screams
      and he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley
      in the city of a billion dreams