Dire Straits lyrics - Album: Brothers in Arms [1985]

So Far Away

Here I am again in this mean old town

And you're so far away from me

And where are you when the sun goes down

You're so far away from me

So far away from me

So far I just can't see

So far away from me

You're so far away from me

I'm tired of being in love and being all alone

When you're so far away from me

I'm tired of making out on the telephone

And you're so far away from me

So far away from me

So far I just can't see

So far away from me

I get so tired when I have to explain

When you're so far away from me

See you're been in the sun and I've been in the rain

So far away from me

So far I just can't see

So far away from me

You're so far away from me

Money For Nothing


Look at them yo-yo's

That's the way you do it

Play the banjo on the MTV

That ain't workin' that's the way to do it

Money for nothin' chicks for free

That ain't working that's the way to do it

Lemme tell ya them guy's ain't dumb

Maybe get a blister on you little singer

May get a buster on you thumb.

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's

See that little faggot with the tutu

Yeah buddy that's his own heir and the earrings

That little faggot's got his own jet airplane

That little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's

I should learned to play the guitar

I should learned to play them drums

Look at that she got it stickin' in the camera

Man we could have some sun

And he's up there makin' Hawaiian noises

Bangin' on the bongos like a chimpanzee

That ain't workin' that's the way ya do it

Money for nothin' chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV's

Look at them yo-yo's

That's the way you do it

Play the banjo on the MTV

That ain't workin' that's the way ya do it

Money for nothin' chicks for free

Walk Of Life


Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies

Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say

Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta a Woman

Down in the tunnels, trying to make it play

He got the action, he got the motion

Yeah the boy can play

Dedication devotion

Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman

He do the song about the knife

He do the walk he do the walk of life

Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story

Hand me down my walkin' shoes

Here comes Johnny with the power and the glory

Back beat the talkin' blues

Yeah the boy can play

Dedication devotion

Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman

He do the song about the knife

He do the walk he do the walk of life

Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies

Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say

Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta a Woman

Down in the tunnels, trying to make it play

He got the action, he got the motion

And after all the violence and double talk

There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife

You do the walk, you do the walk of life.

Your Latest Trick


All the late night bargains have been struck

Between the satin beans and their bells

And prehistoric garbage trucks

Have the city to themselves

Echoes and the roars dinosaurs

They're all doing the monster mash

And most of the taxis and the whores

Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened

It all took please so quick

But all I can do is hand it to you

And your latest trick

My door was standing open

Security was laid back and lax

But it was only my heart got broken

You must have had a pass key made out of wax

You played robbery with insolence

And I played the blues in twelve bars on Lover's Lane

And you never did have the intelligence to use

The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don't know how it happened

It all took please so quick

But all I can do is hand it to you

And your latest trick

Now it's past last call far alchohol

Past recall has been here and gone

The landlord sinally paid us all

The satin jazzmen have put away their horns

And we're standing outside of these wonderlands

Looking so bereaved and so bereft

Like a bowery bum when he finally understands

The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened

It all took please so quick

But all I can do is hand it to you

And your latest trick

Why Worry?


Baby I see this world has made you sad

Some people can be bad

The things they do, the thing they say

But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears

I'll chase away those restless jears

That turn your blue skies into grey

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain

There should be sunshine after rain

There things has always been the some

So why worry now

Baby when I'm down I turn to you

And you make sense of what I do

I know it isn't hard to say

Bat baby just when this world seems mean

Our love comes shining red and gold and cold

And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain

There should be sunshine after rain

There things has always been the some

So why worry now

Ride Across The River


I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man

We are the chosen we're the partisan

The cause it is noble and the cause it is just

We are ready to pay with our lives if we must

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide

Ride across the river to the other side

I'm soldier of the fortune, I'm a dog of war

And we don't give a damn who the killing is for

It's the same old story with a different name

Death or Glory, it's the killing game

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide

Ride across the river to the other side

Nothing can stop them as the day follows the night

Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right

And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled

Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world

Gonna ride across the river deep and wide

Ride across the river to the other side

The Man's Too Strong


I'm just an ageing drummer boy

And in the wars I used to play

And I've called the tune

To many a tortune session

Now they say I am war criminal

And I'm fading away

So father please hear my confession

I have legalized robbery

Galled belief

I have run with the money

And hid like a thief

I have rewritten history

With my armies and my crooks

Invented memories

I did burn all the books And I can still hear his laughter

I can still hear his song

The man's too big

The man's too strong

Well I have tried to be meek

And I have tried to be mild

But I spat like a woman

And sulked like a child

I have lived behind walls

That have made me alone

Striven for pease

Which I never have knows

And I can still hear his laughter

and I can still hear his song

The man's too big

The man's to strong

One World


Can't find no sleives from my records

Can't get no socks for my shoes

Can't get no fancy notes on by blue guitar

Can't get no antidote for blues

Can't find the reasons for your actions

And I don't much like the reasoning you use

Somehow your motives are impure

Or somehow I can't find the cure

Can't find no antidote for blues

They say it's mostly vanity

That writes the plays we act

They tell me that's what everybody knows

There's no such thing as sanity

And that's the sanest fact

That's the way the story goes

Can't get no remedy on my TV

There's nothing but the same old news

They can't find a way to be

One world in harmony

Can't get no antidote for blues

Brothers In Arms


These mist covered mountains

Are home now for me

But my home is the lowland

And always will be

Some day you'll return to

Your valleys and your farms

And you'll no longer burn

To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction

Baptisms of fire

I've watched all your suffering

As the battles raged higher

Though they did hurt me

In the fear and alarm

You did not desert me

My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds

So many different suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones

Now the Sun's gone to Hell

And the Moon's riding high

Let me bid you farewell

Every man has to die

But it's written in the starlight

And every line on your palm

We're fools to make war

On our brothers in arms

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