Yeah ! It´s Me !

What are you doing ?

Where d´ya think you´re going
Don´t you know it´s dark outside
Where d´ya think you´re going
Don´t you care about my pride
Where d´ya think you´re going
I think a you don´t know
You got no way of knowing
I understand your changes
A-long before you reach the door
I know where you think you´re going you
I know what you came here for
And now I´m sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where d´ya think ya going
I think you better go with me girl

You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
If you ain´t with me girl
You´re gonna be without me

Where d´ya think you´re going
Don´t you know it´s dark outside
Where d´ya think you´re going
I wish I didn´t care about my pride
And now I´m sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where d´ya think ya going
I think you better go with me girl

Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one 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

It´s a mystery to me - the game commences
For the usual fee - plus expenses
Confidential information - it´s in a diary
This is my investigation - 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 window and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
Private investigations

See ya ! Arikado !

Dire Straits forever

I hear the Seven Deadly Sins
And the Terrible Twins come 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 in 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 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 the 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 laying 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

Goodbye Mark Knopfler !

Dire Straits forever

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nexXxo !

salut ! Sa va

Ouais sa va !

Tu sais ou ce trouve Arikado

Nan il est souvent jamain là le matin !

ok !

Et toi tu sais ou est Mark

nan je lai po vu

dit moi ! poilldefignon il est bien ton skyblog !