Dire Straits - Communiqué ( 1979 ; Mark Knopfler ) Once upon a time in the west Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes it's no use saying that you don't know nothing It's still gonna get you if you don't do something Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Mother Mary your children are slaughtered Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocenti Heap big trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guess once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Once upon a time in the west News He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass He take up a glass He swallow it neat He crosses the floor He open the door He take a sniff of the street And then she tell him that he's crazy She's a-saying her baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse you know he feel no remorse He just kicks it alive His motor is fine He take it over the line Until he's ready to dive And she tell him that he's crazy Yes she's saying listen baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling with his life He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He's too fast to stop He take it over the top He make a line in the news Where do you think you're going ? Where do you think you're going ? Don't you know it's dark outside ? Where do you think you're going ? Don't you care about my pride ? Where do you think you're going ? I thing you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really no place you can go I understand your changes Long before you reach the door I know where you think you're going I know what you came here for And now I'm sick of jocking I know I like you to be free Where do you think you're 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 do you think you're going ? Don't you know it's dark outside ? Where do you think you're going ? Don't you care about my pride ? And now I'm sick of jocking I know I like you to be free Where do you think you're going ? I think you better go with me girl Communiqué We wanna get a statement for Jesus'sake It's like talking to the wall He's incommunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communiqué You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he can talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Says he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photograph a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Communication Lady writer Lady writer on the t.v. Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectations left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the t.v. Yah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the t.v. She had all the brains and the beauty The picture does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and pour rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on t.v. She knew all about a history you couldn't hardly write your name I thing I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the t.v. Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the t.v. Lady writer on the t.v. Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the t.v. Angel of mercy Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight I got the dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised Angel of mercy you'll come to no harm Angel of mercy, there's no need for alarm The knight in his armour wants a night in your arms You know he's honest Angel of mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Sweet angel Well now it's too late for talkin', we can talk later on Let the saxophone play us till the chorus of dawn And I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection Well now here come the moonlight down on your bed Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head I don't want your money, I want you instead Don't need rejection yeah Angel of mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of mercy, give me heaven tonight Well, if you cross your heart And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother You gotta get into it, you gotta tell me that I'm more than a lover Yeah angel of mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of mercy, give me heaven tonight Yeah angel of mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of mercy, give me heaven tonight Yeah angel of mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of mercy, give me heaven tonight Portobello Belle Bella donna's on the high street Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She gotta travel light now She's gotta tear up all her roots now She got a turn up on the boots now Yeah she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Ah but I got one for you my Portobello belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And bella donna lingers Her gloves they got no fingers Yeah, the blind man singing Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Upon a time he could have made her, made her Yeah, she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Ah, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes and do a song About a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello belle Yes and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck a paper rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggea rumble Bella donna's in the jungle But she ain't no garden flower These ain't no distress in the tower Oh, bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll But, she don't care about your window box Or your button hole Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you my Portobello belle Single-handed sailor Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just a lying there in silent pain He lean on the tourist rail A mother and her baby and the college of war In the concrete graves You never wanna fight against the river law Never rules the waves Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark The single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark He's upon the bridge on the self same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning but there's one green light And a man on a barge of sand She's gonna slip away below him Away from the things he's done But he just shouts "hey man what you call this thing" He could have said "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark Follow me home 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 Virgin 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