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Sunday's afternoon E.O.

on stereo/ hard, maar dat spreekt voor zich.

(en ik vind publiek dat mij van harte toejuicht bij het schoonmaken echt een geweldige motivator. Dan lukt de woonkamer en badkamer nog wel. Aplause, geen dank. En m'n buren zijn flex, en die maken nog vaker schoon dan ik, ja toch. leven en laten leven.)

BEST Knopfler LIVE

Rockpop, Westfahlenhalle, Dortmund, Germany, 19th December 1980

Hier houd het publiek echt van je, je voelt het gewoon. de dankbaarheid en liefde als jij je stofzuiger nog een keer aanzet, en echt alles doet.


Kristin Crumpler1

A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back

And he put down his load where he thought it was the best

He made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore

And the other travelers came walking down the track And they never went further, and they never went back

Then came the churches, then came the schools

Then came the lawyers, and 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've 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

'Cause 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

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