Mark Knopfler - One Deep River (Full Album Visualiser)

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I keep my balls in the air trying to keep up with the band, but by being here and there a little, I could do it. CED for the drifting s, but it will all be up in the air when I'm here in the band, what I'm listening to here. I only have two PRs on the street and in bars, the TRS and the back-up trains. cars, holy moly, where did the time go? I told you, Bab, now you know I'm keeping my balls in the air trying to keep up with the man to be a little here and there, I might get covered by the drifting sand, but it'll be okay. in the air when I'm up here in bed what am I doing here I only have two pairs of things oh they're just the hits in a room downtown noisy as hell but nice people don't usually understand To play there more than once or twice, you had a so-so place, there was even better advertising than usual, you stayed a little ahead of the game and I can't tell you anything new about playing. for the door some of my dreams back there also with the type of stone the floor we are worn and tired all of us but we know why we come beaten and battered like this old bus that stays just ahead of the game in front of G Los skies are as big as anywhere, which is where they have left us a dream behind that place You have to have a dream and you took your friend to the train he was telling me it would be B, it was a red light shining love in vain When we roll through the garbage, where is the waiter selling a beat-up car? need a ticket for a buster sings a songwriter heading home staying a little ahead of the game Santa Anna has been kicking sand all the way from Utah to La La Land sways the fairy lights up at her limits the finger lickers test the blow and you make predictions for Best in Show you say the smart money ain't in your dog now it ain't in your dog now Cinderella in the plaza they're waiting in line to see her there this little Tootsie is showing them the fresh out of class From fame school, this little slut wants to kick ass and make money smart.

Ain in your dog now it's not in your dog now the helicopters fly over the children of ch. wet they already sold the shoes ring going on a finger a slipper on more food on the

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the winds are turning cool it's blowing from Boston to Liverpool at least summer knows when to take a few nights Ry and the golden days feel like it could just slip away and the smart money is not in your dog now is not in your dog now a a I closed my eyes and made a wish look don't let me lose this fish SC myself a genuine millionaire I'm the The guy in the room with the pinky ring, I'm here to sell you and I have a new friend and we are doing good work there, I thought he would come snoop around my old walk around the bloodstain hunting ground. straight and never shoot a stay, he's following all my wise advice, so keep it closed, you'll get your SCE, we do it with both hands twice and we both get paid like scavengers, where welcome to the backman's house, we go down to where the tigers roar as things go WR, welcome to the house of man B.

You'll find me on The Killing Floor now as someone I recommend. I bring you a dear old friend who knows where another Shiny Toy is. It goes the way I want. There is an important drink in this. you find a wind and sell it to old man he's a greedy pig he loves steel we tell him here's a killer deal I'll take his hand and there will be I've let him know he's number one I've told him there's a rule to this I don't trust No one, not even me, I've ever had a reaction like that, I'm getting arthritis, I feel like I've grown a pair of claws, I'm not going to let this get away from me and I have no intention of doing so.

Lose control now I'm goin' to the jaw where things roll, welcome to man B's house, come where the Tigers roll the scavengers' yard while things WR welcome to man B's house, you'll find me on a killing spree hello yes boy I'm so sorry for your problem tell me to go for a walk and I would understand of course it's good to talk take my hand no I don't need it back please don't worry I'm sorry for your problem and I was wondering. and I would understand if you could have one if you had phog gra of course I would bring it back please don't worry now.

I wonder if I keep doing this, how tough will I be as tough as my friends on the news? cins and Bs hold their black tide Js I have to go I'm sorry walking back to the car and I can hear your SS I hate these black Ts oh in the mountains sisy the old railroad winds through the gold of the maples and the green of the pines through tunnel 13 the south rises and three and its weight with evil in mind the definitive brothers had chosen their Ro chosen to live according to a criminal code word was the mail car was loaded with gold the brothers had heard it or had Tal Once they were told that they did not want witnesses.

That was F. The brothers were engaged in a barbaric act. place with shotgun guns, they panicked when Hill Breakman called Johnson's fan, Marvin's Robin and luden is as old as the hills, they're still jumping loading chains with crowbars and drills 100 years later, in downtown Los Angeles, They raided a Pacific union near each The day four good men lay murdered in the dark woods and pines leaving widows, children and anguish behind. Tunnel 13 is the place in the song where the beautiful red wood for my guitar came from, oh oh oh, be the same old Rodeo always looking rough. collars and truckers, pipelines and engineers, our dusty little town became a face of Boom Town, I guess we had to say see you later to our little town of the past.

Journey, my heart is with you I know you've been trying, I've been trying now there are big trucks on the road loaded with sand and tools all the trucks on the horizon new kids in schools that countdown always alone but always it rains eventually and it must rain been holding on to something for the rainy day what happens with a Cow Town there's always dust what happens bo means there's always a bu J I my heart is with you I know you've been trying I've been trying, my heart is with you, I know you've been trying, I've been trying too, oh, there was a train leaving with a big rhythm in a big life, are you coming?

I may have asked you once or twice, but I We had already left the hallway with the broken lights, a dirty landing that we used to fall down from where the stairs were broken and whatever, watch me go, bab, watch me go and the songs They pushed harder all the time, it wasn't your fault, but again it was. Not mine broke frustrated and obsessed, you saw me, it's ridiculous, I guess I didn't know it for anything, not even my own voice, but I knew there was something and I knew there was no other option. I was in high spirits, but we weren't in the mood to do it.

Be glad, there were so many things that were wrong, whatever, watch me go baby, watch me go, watch me go, baby, watch me go, watch me go, baby, watch me go, watch me go, bab Watch me go, well maybe I'll come out road with a bubble, maybe it's you traveling with the truck, everything is going to happen and I will be happening. The man and the garden must still be laughing. A child has plans in the streets where they were born. Traces of Scottish hops can still be seen. The chalk lines are faded and unpolished. It's time for me to disappear putting my old boots on anything watch me go baby watch me go watch me go baby watch me go watch me go baby watch me go watch me go baby watch me go watch me go baby watch me go watch me go baby Look at me, go, look at me, bab, look at me, Go, look at me, bab, Look at me, a hunter's heart may not be Merc, but on this day of ice and snow it's as cold as the heart, oh, the ice princess who didn't want to know.

I accept my orders, I ask some questions, it's not real life for a decent man, few clear lines, all low regulations on future prospects and plans, if you listen to the devil's orders, maybe you will bring me work to do it, you may not be from my heart. true calling, but I will surely come for you so that you can live from rape and plunder. I will shoot all the H's with little remorse. My trusty old man, the avenging thunder. Otherwise, my RO and faithful horse, your late companion hastily repented. I took him on a ride through this poor country, he had tormented me so much until we reached the tallest tree, he revealed in his confession that you were heading to the train.

This bitter snow will soon melt, but nothing sweeter than rain, oh, that's my train coming, I can hear it. the hiss, there's something you should know before I leave you, so I hang up my GS before my good times together can last you and a memory takes you back to your stye, some will fade forever, but I know some will be yours and they will mean Alright, a cloud came out of nowhere from a blue sky. It's sad to be from somewhere where, well, that's my train coming. I can hear the whistle. There is something you should know well.

The cloud came from nowhere in a blue sky. It's sad to be leaving. because somewhere without a good that's my train coming I can hear the whistle there's something you should know before I leave you so I hang up my CLS before my C chain before my train leaves w this is not going to end well but after After he is gone the merchants will exchange the steering wheels they will fly the sailors will travel on this rail the shadow of his eyes under the glare of the sun although this is not going to end well for anyone this is not going to end well but after he is gone the gypsy will smile and The poets will dream and their fortunes Inc Crystal Shield will tell as he looks in the mirror where the stories are woven, although this will not end well for anyone chained to the OES below, all tied to the wheel drums beaten hard and slow low This is not going to end well even after he is gone, they will make up old lies to get to power and history comes back from hell, let a tyrant get away with a club and a gun, this one is not going to end well for no one.

It's not going to end well for anyone oh now the road is sleeping the plains are still the steel rails are silent The sun sets behind the hills and the night comes Fall with the evening star wherever you go wherever you are you are a

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oh friend, a Deep River, you, a Deep River, old friend, a Deep River, amen, the wild Gees are flying westward and your soul is heading to its rest, but your light will still burn like that evening star and your song will keep coming back wherever you are. you are an old friend of Deep River a Deep River amen you a Deep River oh oh friend a Deep River am m