[00:00.00] 作词 : Mark Knopfler
[00:00.85] 作曲 : Mark Knopfler
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[00:19.14]My Saturday job pays six and six down
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[00:27.96]A copy boy at the Chronicle
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[00:33.19]Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
[00:39.05]
[00:41.43]Meeting Vince at Mark Toney's in town
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[00:46.75]Boy, do we get around
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[00:55.26]Basil sits there on the table for subs
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[01:03.43]But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
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[01:08.85]Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
[01:14.22]
[01:15.55]Bored out of his mind
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[01:17.94]With the Colins and Bobs
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[01:21.75]I'm a jack and a lad
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[01:26.54]And I'm up for the world
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[01:31.62]And I've kissed a Gateshead girl
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[01:43.74]He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
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[01:51.07]Poets have to eat as well
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[01:55.50]What he wouldn't give just to walk out today
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[02:03.70]To have time to think about time
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[02:08.88]And young love thrown away
[02:11.18]
[02:13.52]I'm a jack and a lad
[02:15.68]
[02:18.29]And I'm up for the world
[02:20.60]
[02:23.26]And I've kissed a Gateshead girl
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[02:31.68]Starlings swarming
[02:36.35]A cloud over Grainger Street
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[02:45.18]Over the black church
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[02:49.71]Over the Black Gate
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[02:54.23]And the shadowy Keep
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[03:18.32]He peers through his wire rims
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[03:21.72]At the fish and chip words
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[03:26.57]He's supposed to dish up and forget
[03:29.58]
[03:31.36]His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
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[03:38.82]By one of his Players untipped cigarettes
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[03:44.99]Bury all joy
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[03:49.39]Put the poems in sacks
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[03:54.41]And bury me here with the hacks
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[04:11.00]In the summer the fair
[04:13.37]Will stretch over the Moor
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[04:18.49]Lovers will lie and make out in the park
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[04:24.35]Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf
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[04:32.86]And goes out into the dark

作词 : Mark Knopfler
作曲 : Mark Knopfler
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