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Dire Straits: Love over gold

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Artist: Dire Straits
Title: Love over gold
Released: 1982
Label: Vertigo Records
Time: 41:14
Producer(s): Mark Knopfler
Appears with: Mark Knopfler
Category: Pop/Rock
Rating: ******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  1998
Price in €: 6,99
Web address: www.mark-knopfler.com

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Telegraph Road (Knopfler) - 14:15
[2] Private Investigations (Knopfler) - 6:45
[3] Industrial Disease (Knopfler) - 5:49
[4] Love over Gold (Knopfler) - 6:16
[5] It Never Rains (Knopfler) - 7:54

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Mark Knopfler - Guitar, Vocals
John Illsley - Bass, Vocals
Alan Clark - Keyboards
Hal Lindes - Guitar, Rhythm Guitar
Pick Withers - Drums

Additional personnel:
Mike Mainieri - Marimbas, Background Vocals, Vibraphone
Ed Walsh - Synthesizer
 

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


All songs written by Mark Knopfler.



4 Stars - Excellent - "...looked more to Dylan and Springsteen than ever before, the broad canvas and atmospherics of an extended `Telegraph Road' balanced by the intimacy of `Private Investigations'--revelatory and sorrowful..."

Q Magazine 7/96, p.141



Adding a new rhythm guitarist, Dire Straits expands its sounds and ambitions on the sprawling Love Over Gold. In a sense, the album is their prog-rock effort, containing only five songs, including the 14-minute opener "Telegraph Road." Since Mark Knopfler is a skilled, tasteful guitarist, he can sustain interest even throughout the languid stretches, but the long atmospheric instrumental passages aren't as effective as the group's tight blues-rock, leaving Love Over Gold only a fitfully engaging listen.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide



"CD des Monats. Wiederhören macht hier richtig Freude, weil das alles mindestens gleich gut wenn nicht gar einen Tick besser klingt als vormals auf Vinylplatte. Was das audiophile Vergnügen noch steigern dürfte: Die von Bob Ludwig so fabelhaft produzierten Remasters kosten jetzt weniger als seinerzeit die LPs!"

F. Schöler in Stereo 9/96



"'Love Over Gold' easily sustains the mood and melodic stucture of a 14-minute megawork like "Telegraph Road". , All-Music Guide **** "The fourth Dire Strait album is their most atmospheric effort, featuring the spacious title track as well as the epic "Telegraph Road", with the extended guitar workout at its conclusion."

ROLLING STONE ALBUM GUIDE ****



Auch dieses Dire-Straits-Album steht ganz im Zeichen von Mark Knopfler (was ja nichts Neues ist) und bietet gewohnt klangvolles Gitarrenspiel und anspruchsvollen Text, ganz wie man es mittlerweile von der Band erwartet. Knopflers dunkle, grummelnde Stimme murmelt und flüstert sich durch Songs wie "Telegraph Road" und "Private Investigations", und wird beim brabbelnden Unsinn von "Industrial Desease" fast zu einem Kichern. Der Titelsong und "It Never Rains" sind solide, wenngleich unauffällige Stücke einer Band, mit der ein einzelner Mann seine Vorstellung vom "guten alten Rock & Roll" umsetzt.

L.A. Smith, Amazon.de



Beim entspannten "Love Over Gold" tönt das Gitarrenepos "Telegraph Road" nun dynamisch-treibender, das besinnliche "Private Investigations" noch etwas feinfühliger.

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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


Private Investigations

It's a mystery to me - the game commences
for the usual fee - plus expenses
confidential information - contained in a diary
this is my investigation - not a public inquiry

I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
you get to meet all sorts in this line of work
treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
and when I find the reason I still can't get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
what have you got to take away?
a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
private investigations


Industrial Disease

Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
there's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
there's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
there's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
they're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
the watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas
and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
some blame the management some the employees
and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
innocence is injured experience just talks
everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
on ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
philosophy is useless theology is worse
history boils over there's an economics freeze
sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'

Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
you've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees
but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'
he wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
but I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
come back and see me later - next patient please
send in another victim of Industrial Disease'

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
they got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
there's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
they wanna have a war to keep their factories
they wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
they wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
they're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
they wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
they give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon
abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons'
the other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease


Love Over Gold

You walk out on the high wire
you're a dancer on thin ice
you pay no heed to the danger
and less to advice
your footsteps are forbidden
but with a knowledge of your sin
you throw your love to all the strangers
and caution to the wind

And you go dancing through doorways
just to see what you will find
leaving nothing to interfere
with the crazy balance of your mind
and when you finally reappear
at the place where you came in
you've thrown your love to all the strangers
and caution to the wind

It takes love over gold
and mind over matter
to do what you do that you must
when the things that you hold
can fall and be shattered
or run through your fingers like dust


It Never Rains

I hear the Seven Deadly Sins
and the Terrible Twins came to call on you
the bigger they are babe
the harder they fall on you
and you you're always the same you persevere
on the same old pleasure ground
oh and it never rains around here
it just comes pouring down

You had no more volunteers
so you got profiteers for to help you out
with friends like that babe
good friends you had to do without
and now they've taken the chains and the gears
from off your merry-go-round
oh and it never rains around here
it just comes pouring down

And your new Romeo
was just a gigolo when he let you down
see the faster they are babe
the faster they get out of town
leaving make up stains and the tears
of a clown
yes and it never rains around here
it just comes pouring down

Oh you were just a roller coaster memory
I don't know why I was even passing through
I saw you making a date with Destiny
when he came around here asking after you
in the shadow of the Wheel of Fortune
you're busy trying to clear your name
you say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true
but I'd be lying if I said I was to blame
see we could have been major contenders
we never got no money no breaks'
you've got a list of all the major offenders
you got a list of all their major mistakes
and he's just standing on the shadows
yes and you smile that come-on smile
oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
'I'd like to make it worth your while'

Ah but it's a sad reminder
when your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent
and all you've got to give him
is the use of your side-show tent
yes and that's all that remains of the years
spent doing to rounds
and it never rains around here
well it just comes pouring down

Now you know what they say about beggars
you can't complain about the rules
you know what they say about beggars
you know who's the first to blame his tools
you never gave a damn about who you pick up
and leave lying bleeding on the ground
you screw people over on the way up
because you thought that you were never coming down
and he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley
with his hand up smothering your screams
and he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley
in the city of a billion dreams

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