Dire Straits

13.08.2004

C'est pour moi le meilleur groupe avec Mark Knopfler le meilleur guitariste...enfin bon disons qu'ils jouent admirablement bien et que leur musique me touche beaucoup.Elle me rappelle des années d'insouciance et de bonheur...Et de plus les paroles des chansons sont tous ce qu'il y a de plus pur et de plus beau tout en étant toujours sinceres...
Voici une de mes préférées...
Telegraph Road
Elle parle de attention je vais vous épater de la route du télégraphe..
evidemment sans la musik c'est moins bien alors je vous conseille d'y ecouter...
La prochaine ce sera surement Brothers in arms
Papa je pense a toi

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