Álbum Tracker de Mark Knopfler - Canciones
Tracker
2015 | 
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El octavo álbum en solitario de Mark Knopfler se titula "Tracker" y fue lanzado el 16 de marzo de 2015 por los sellos Mercury (en Reino Unido) y Verve (en estados Unidos), bajo la producción del propio Knopfler.
El álbum fue grabado en los estudios British Groove Studios, en Londres, e incluye once temas de diferente temática, siempre con tono irónico, incluyendo dos temas dedicados a Beryl Bainbridge, un poeta británico que no obtuvo el reconocimiento hasta después de su fallecimiento, y Basil Bunting, al igual que el anterior, un poeta modernista que enfatizaba la sonoridad musical en sus poemas.
Mark Knopfler huye de discos para un público masivo. Eso era para Dire Straits. Ahora, en su carrera en solitario, prefiere temas más cercanos, susurrar letras acompañado de su guitarra y contar historias más íntimas.
Si bien es cierto que en alguno de los temas, como en "Broken Bones", Knopfler saca su vieja garra de guitarrista, la mayoría del álbum lo componen temas susurrados, de los que podríamos escuchar en una taberna en buena compañía y en una atmósfera relajada.
El álbum "Tracker" tiene influencias de jazz, de country, de folk y de música celta. El tema "River Towns" es un canto a la soledad, con un soberbio toque de saxo. La nostálgica "Silver Eagle" es interpretada tan solo por la guitarra desgarrada de Knopfler y toques de piano.
Un álbum este de Mark Knopfler que derrocha melancolía y que le sitúa en las antípodas de los sonidos de su anterior banda.
Listado de canciones del álbum Tracker
- Laugh And Jokes And Drinks And Smokes 6:39
- BasilVer letra 5:44
[X]letra de Basil
My Saturday job pays six and six down
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
Boy, do we get around
Basil sits there on the table for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
Poets have to eat as well
What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today
To have time to think about time
And young love thrown away
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
Starlings swarming
A cloud over Grainger Street
Over the black church
Over the Black Gate
And the shadowy Keep
He peers through his wire rims
At the fish and chip words
He’s supposed to dish up and forget
His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
By one of his Players untipped cigarettes
Bury all joy
Put the poems in sacks
And bury me here with the hacks
In the summer the fair
Will stretch over the Moor
Lovers will lie and make out in the park
Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf
And goes out into the dark - River TownsVer letra 6:16
[X]letra de River Towns
I came in three days early
To meet my boat
It ain’t the life of Riley
But it’s keeping me afloat
It’s quiet over Christmas
If you got no place to go
I got my home from river rats
The only home I know
I found myself a flophouse
And I hit the streets at nine
Get some grub and drink a beer
Maybe go down the line
These chips will take your money
Shake a young man down
It’s the same in every one of these
Sorry river towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
Well I picked me up a bottle
To take back to the room
Then I saw a young girl standing
In a doorway in the gloom
We’d hardly started talking
The old scenario
And I just let her work me over
Down by the Ohio
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
When I asked her if she’d like to stay
She was down my stairs so quick
I never asked what got her started
With the sorry river tricks
So I get the bottle open
But something’s hit a nerve
And I’m looking in the mirror
At the face that I deserve
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns - SkydiverVer letra 4:38
[X]letra de Skydiver
I’ve been banned from every racecourse in the country
There’s something about the unsure thing
Like scoring with a beauty of the county
It always makes the old bell ring
I like to go for broke and I’ll be randy
It’s got to be the unsure thing
In the Bentley Continental with the brandy
It always makes the old bell ring
And when it’s gone, all gone
I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing
I go where I want, I do what I want
And I don’t give a damn about a thing
Skydiver
Today I lost a packet at Wincanton
Dive Bomber in the 2.15
All on the nose and no-one counting
Nothing wishy-washy in between
Back when I made the pivotal decision
To take a winding road that I could see
It was just like being given an incredible permission
The rules don’t apply to me
And when it’s gone, all gone
I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing
I go where I want, I do what I want
And I don’t give a damn about a thing
Skydiver
I’m not being brave, it’s my money, not my life
When I need to take a break from the brushes and the knife
And I always took a fancy to the ones
Heading straight into the teeth of the guns
Skydiver - Mighty ManVer letra 5:55
[X]letra de Mighty Man
A room on the top floor
And the chest all but knackered
Two fingers not working
And the back’s shot to hell
It’s a lifetime of digging trenches
In the cold and wet weather
And for laying half the roadway
In England as well
You’d finish in the one place
It was straight to the next one
And you never could settle
And you were always alone
Just a drifter in limbo
I was best off away, son
Just one of the thousands
Who could never go home
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
Well, the boat and the train ride
In a misty November
We had the worst of the lodgings
And we hated the subs
Ma’s face on the leaving
I will always remember
And we wouldn’t get paid
Until they had closed up their pubs
And I could stand up on horseback
Was the man for the singing
Put my hand up for boxing
At the fairground on the heath
I could play my accordion
And charm all of the women
And dance round the taproom
With a chair in my teeth
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man - Broken BonesVer letra 5:30
[X]letra de Broken Bones
She likes a man with a broken nose
Lucky for me, I suppose
Shots coming in like the monthly bills
Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill
Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own
You take your medicine and go home
You take it like a man, on the chin
And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
He had the punch lines, I was the joke
Every shot felt like something broke
It was all much more than a man should stand
And I finally went down to a big right hand
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home - Long Cool GirlVer letra 5:05
[X]letra de Long Cool Girl
All I do is think of you
As I go around the world
All I do is think of you
Long, cool girl
Long, cool girl
I like to say her name
Long, cool girl
With a showgirl frame
You took a look at me
I took a look at you
Now I just can’t see
What a man’s supposed to do
Long, cool girl
I like to say her name
Long, cool girl
With a showgirl frame
Me and you we’re 3 and 2
Something’s gonna happen now, it has to
Me and you we’re 3 and 2
Something’s gonna happen now, it has to
Pressure drop and weather change
All around the world
You got me at point blank range
Long, cool girl
Long, cool girl
I like to say her name
Long, cool girl
With a showgirl frame
All I do is think of you
As I go around the world
All I do is think of you
Long, cool girl - Lights Of TaorminaVer letra 6:09
[X]letra de Lights Of Taormina
There’s laughter in the darkness
Music floating in across the bay
He’s half listening and wondering
How he could have let her slip away
So long ago but still he wants to know
If anyone has seen her
And he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
They were young and love was shining
Like the colours of the rainbow
Desire felt like choking
Love was smoking under the volcano
He can still taste her kisses
Sweet as the red wine from Messina
Now he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
Seems like another lifetime
When they rambled along the shore
Seems like another lifetime
She used to call him her sweet senor
Maybe in another lifetime
On a pathway to the sea
Maybe there they’ll be
The crowd calls for the emperor
Raise their hands to hail another king
But he’s been so long a wanderer
Another crowd can never mean a thing
He came, he saw, he conquered
Ten thousand voices roared in the arena
Now he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
He hears the chimes of history
Myths of gods and men forever ringing
Ancient dreams in all their mystery
Wars for Sicily and Spartan women
In the mists of antiquity
Ships of war set sail from Carthagina
Now he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
Sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina - Silver EagleVer letra 5:01
[X]letra de Silver Eagle
It was so late and she’d be sleeping
He came through her home town
With the moonlight on the crossroads
And the green light shining down
And the bell at the railroad crossing
And the horn from far away
And his Silver Eagle passing
Half a mile from where she lay
At his feet a sea of faces
Make devotions with their love
Clap their hands and plead their cases
Call for blessings from above
Like the rolling waves forever massing
To crash and foam and creep away
And the Silver Eagle passing
Half a mile from where she lay
Road signs flow into the headlights
Whisper names and fall behind
He finds some honor in the darkness
Hopes for grace and peace of mind
And he thinks of how they’d lay together
He’d run his fingers through her hair
And he wonders if she’ll ever
Come to know that he was there - BerylVer letra 3:10
[X]letra de Beryl
Beryl was on another level
When she got a Booker medal
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
Beryl, every time they’d overlook her
When they gave her a Booker
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
It’s all too late now
It’s all too late now
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
Beryl, the tobacco overtook her
When they gave her a Booker
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
It’s all too late now
It’s all too late now
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
Beryl was on another level
When she got a Booker medal
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
After all she gave
After all she gave - Whenever I Go 6:24
El álbum fue grabado en los estudios British Groove Studios, en Londres, e incluye once temas de diferente temática, siempre con tono irónico, incluyendo dos temas dedicados a Beryl Bainbridge, un poeta británico que no obtuvo el reconocimiento hasta después de su fallecimiento, y Basil Bunting, al igual que el anterior, un poeta modernista que enfatizaba la sonoridad musical en sus poemas.
Mark Knopfler huye de discos para un público masivo. Eso era para Dire Straits. Ahora, en su carrera en solitario, prefiere temas más cercanos, susurrar letras acompañado de su guitarra y contar historias más íntimas.
Si bien es cierto que en alguno de los temas, como en "Broken Bones", Knopfler saca su vieja garra de guitarrista, la mayoría del álbum lo componen temas susurrados, de los que podríamos escuchar en una taberna en buena compañía y en una atmósfera relajada.
El álbum "Tracker" tiene influencias de jazz, de country, de folk y de música celta. El tema "River Towns" es un canto a la soledad, con un soberbio toque de saxo. La nostálgica "Silver Eagle" es interpretada tan solo por la guitarra desgarrada de Knopfler y toques de piano.
Un álbum este de Mark Knopfler que derrocha melancolía y que le sitúa en las antípodas de los sonidos de su anterior banda.
[X]
My Saturday job pays six and six downletra de Basil
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
Boy, do we get around
Basil sits there on the table for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
Poets have to eat as well
What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today
To have time to think about time
And young love thrown away
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
Starlings swarming
A cloud over Grainger Street
Over the black church
Over the Black Gate
And the shadowy Keep
He peers through his wire rims
At the fish and chip words
He’s supposed to dish up and forget
His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
By one of his Players untipped cigarettes
Bury all joy
Put the poems in sacks
And bury me here with the hacks
In the summer the fair
Will stretch over the Moor
Lovers will lie and make out in the park
Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf
And goes out into the dark
[X]
I came in three days earlyletra de River Towns
To meet my boat
It ain’t the life of Riley
But it’s keeping me afloat
It’s quiet over Christmas
If you got no place to go
I got my home from river rats
The only home I know
I found myself a flophouse
And I hit the streets at nine
Get some grub and drink a beer
Maybe go down the line
These chips will take your money
Shake a young man down
It’s the same in every one of these
Sorry river towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
Well I picked me up a bottle
To take back to the room
Then I saw a young girl standing
In a doorway in the gloom
We’d hardly started talking
The old scenario
And I just let her work me over
Down by the Ohio
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
When I asked her if she’d like to stay
She was down my stairs so quick
I never asked what got her started
With the sorry river tricks
So I get the bottle open
But something’s hit a nerve
And I’m looking in the mirror
At the face that I deserve
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
River towns, sorry river towns
River towns
[X]
I’ve been banned from every racecourse in the countryletra de Skydiver
There’s something about the unsure thing
Like scoring with a beauty of the county
It always makes the old bell ring
I like to go for broke and I’ll be randy
It’s got to be the unsure thing
In the Bentley Continental with the brandy
It always makes the old bell ring
And when it’s gone, all gone
I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing
I go where I want, I do what I want
And I don’t give a damn about a thing
Skydiver
Today I lost a packet at Wincanton
Dive Bomber in the 2.15
All on the nose and no-one counting
Nothing wishy-washy in between
Back when I made the pivotal decision
To take a winding road that I could see
It was just like being given an incredible permission
The rules don’t apply to me
And when it’s gone, all gone
I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing
I go where I want, I do what I want
And I don’t give a damn about a thing
Skydiver
I’m not being brave, it’s my money, not my life
When I need to take a break from the brushes and the knife
And I always took a fancy to the ones
Heading straight into the teeth of the guns
Skydiver
[X]
A room on the top floorletra de Mighty Man
And the chest all but knackered
Two fingers not working
And the back’s shot to hell
It’s a lifetime of digging trenches
In the cold and wet weather
And for laying half the roadway
In England as well
You’d finish in the one place
It was straight to the next one
And you never could settle
And you were always alone
Just a drifter in limbo
I was best off away, son
Just one of the thousands
Who could never go home
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
Well, the boat and the train ride
In a misty November
We had the worst of the lodgings
And we hated the subs
Ma’s face on the leaving
I will always remember
And we wouldn’t get paid
Until they had closed up their pubs
And I could stand up on horseback
Was the man for the singing
Put my hand up for boxing
At the fairground on the heath
I could play my accordion
And charm all of the women
And dance round the taproom
With a chair in my teeth
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
[X]
She likes a man with a broken noseletra de Broken Bones
Lucky for me, I suppose
Shots coming in like the monthly bills
Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill
Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own
You take your medicine and go home
You take it like a man, on the chin
And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
He had the punch lines, I was the joke
Every shot felt like something broke
It was all much more than a man should stand
And I finally went down to a big right hand
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
[X]
All I do is think of youletra de Long Cool Girl
As I go around the world
All I do is think of you
Long, cool girl
Long, cool girl
I like to say her name
Long, cool girl
With a showgirl frame
You took a look at me
I took a look at you
Now I just can’t see
What a man’s supposed to do
Long, cool girl
I like to say her name
Long, cool girl
With a showgirl frame
Me and you we’re 3 and 2
Something’s gonna happen now, it has to
Me and you we’re 3 and 2
Something’s gonna happen now, it has to
Pressure drop and weather change
All around the world
You got me at point blank range
Long, cool girl
Long, cool girl
I like to say her name
Long, cool girl
With a showgirl frame
All I do is think of you
As I go around the world
All I do is think of you
Long, cool girl
[X]
There’s laughter in the darknessletra de Lights Of Taormina
Music floating in across the bay
He’s half listening and wondering
How he could have let her slip away
So long ago but still he wants to know
If anyone has seen her
And he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
They were young and love was shining
Like the colours of the rainbow
Desire felt like choking
Love was smoking under the volcano
He can still taste her kisses
Sweet as the red wine from Messina
Now he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
Seems like another lifetime
When they rambled along the shore
Seems like another lifetime
She used to call him her sweet senor
Maybe in another lifetime
On a pathway to the sea
Maybe there they’ll be
The crowd calls for the emperor
Raise their hands to hail another king
But he’s been so long a wanderer
Another crowd can never mean a thing
He came, he saw, he conquered
Ten thousand voices roared in the arena
Now he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
He hears the chimes of history
Myths of gods and men forever ringing
Ancient dreams in all their mystery
Wars for Sicily and Spartan women
In the mists of antiquity
Ships of war set sail from Carthagina
Now he’s sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
Sitting out in the night
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
[X]
It was so late and she’d be sleepingletra de Silver Eagle
He came through her home town
With the moonlight on the crossroads
And the green light shining down
And the bell at the railroad crossing
And the horn from far away
And his Silver Eagle passing
Half a mile from where she lay
At his feet a sea of faces
Make devotions with their love
Clap their hands and plead their cases
Call for blessings from above
Like the rolling waves forever massing
To crash and foam and creep away
And the Silver Eagle passing
Half a mile from where she lay
Road signs flow into the headlights
Whisper names and fall behind
He finds some honor in the darkness
Hopes for grace and peace of mind
And he thinks of how they’d lay together
He’d run his fingers through her hair
And he wonders if she’ll ever
Come to know that he was there
[X]
Beryl was on another levelletra de Beryl
When she got a Booker medal
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
Beryl, every time they’d overlook her
When they gave her a Booker
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
It’s all too late now
It’s all too late now
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
Beryl, the tobacco overtook her
When they gave her a Booker
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
It’s all too late now
It’s all too late now
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
It’s too late, you dabblers
It’s all too late
Beryl was on another level
When she got a Booker medal
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
After all she gave
After all she gave
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