[1] Calling Elvis (Knopfler)
[2] Walk Of Life (Knopfler)
[3] Heavy Fuel (Knopfler)
[4] Romeo And Juliet (Knopfler)
[5] Private Investigations (Knopfler)
[6] Your Lastest Trick (Knopfler)
[7] On Every Street (Knopfler)
[8] You And Your Friend (Knopfler)
[9] Money For Nothing (Knopfler/Sting)
[10] Brothers In Arms (Knopfler)
Mark Knopfler - Guitar, Vocals
John Illsley - Bass Guitar, Background Vocals
Alan Clark - Keyboards
Danny Cummings - Percussion, Background Vocals
Neil Dorfsman - Producer
Guy Fletcher - Keyboards, Background Vocals
Paul Franklin - Steel Guitar
Phil Palmer - Guitar, Background Vocals
Christine White - Background Vocals
Chris Whitten - Drums
Chris White - Saxophone
A live document of Dire Straits' 1991-92 world tour supporting the On
Every Street album, On the Night works sporadically, offering enough
good material to interest fans but not enough to win back the
commercial audience earned by Brothers in Arms.
Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide
"Erstmals löste Knopfler hier den perfektionistischen Standard
seiner Studioaufnahmen auch im Konzertsaal ein - mit einer hochklassig
besetzten Band, durchdachten Live-Arrangements und einem formidablen
Sound. Nun können StraitsFans eine Erinnerung an diese Glanztat
ihrer Lieblingsband mit nach Hause tragen."
M. Inhoffen in stereoplay 7/93
Was auf ihrem Vorgängeralbum On Every Street ein wenig steril
daherkam, wird hier zum Leben erweckt. Versehen mit einem grandiosen
Live-Sound wird diese akustische Bilanz einer bombastischen Tournee zu
einem echten Höhepunkt für die Band. Daß Mark Knopfler
gerne vom "Dire Straits Rock´n´Roll Orchestra" sprach, ist
angesichts von neun Musikern auf der Bühne nur angemessen. Die
aber bereiten für ihn einen musikalischen Teppich, auf dem er
seinen gewohnt sparsamen Stimmeinsatz und sein unverkennbares
Gitarrenspiel nach Belieben ausleben kann. Um genau das zu
genießen, füllten die Fans ja schließlich in Massen
ein europäisches Stadion nach dem anderen. Enttäuscht wurden
sie nicht: Der Einstieg mit "Calling Elvis" bietet in 10 Minuten
Spieldauer über die "Knopfleriaden" hinaus viel Spielfreude der
Band. Der Ausklang -- in ähnlicher Länge und gleicher
Qualität -- gehört "Brothers in Arms", einer der intensivsten
und meistgeliebten Kompositionen Knopflers. Überhaupt gehört
die Hälfte des hier zusammengefaßten Sets den Klassikern der
seit 1978 überaus erfolgreichen Band. Natürlich werden auch
"Romeo and Juliet" und "Private Investigations" gnadenlos in die
Länge gezogen, ja regelrecht zelebriert. On the Night. Live ist
schlicht ein großes Fest für Dire Straits-Fetischisten.
Wolfram Lumpe, Amazon.de
Knopfler & Co. auf Kassa-Kurs: Schließlich waren die
Verkäufe der letzten Studioscheibe On Every Street alles andere
als berauschend. Dieses im Mai vergangenen Jahres aufgenommene
Live-Opus ist es freilich genausowenig: Die Hits Romeo And Juliet und
Private Investigations klangen auf der Konzertkonserve Alchemy (1983)
allemal mitreißender, und Stücke wie Calling Elvis oder Walk
Of Life braucht höchstens der Intim-Fan in einer
routiniert-gelangweilten Bühnenversion. On The Night ist die
farblose Visitenkarte einer Band, die ihren Zenit überschritten
hat.
Am 23.August 1991 startete im "Point Theatre" von Dublin eine der
längsten und eindruckvollsten Tourneekarawanen der Popgeschichte.
Mark Knopflers Dire Straits hatten sich vorgenommen, das Motto ihres
neuen Albums wörtlich zu nehmen und "On Every Street" präsent
zu sein. Erstmals löste Knopfler hier den perfektionistischen
Standard seiner Studioaufnahmen auch im Konzertsaal ein - mit einer
hochklassig besetzten Band, durchdachten Live-Arrangements und einem
formidablen Sound. Nun können Straits-Fans eine Erinnerung an
diese Glanztat ihrer Lieblingsband mit nach Hause tragen. Es sei gleich
vorweggenommen: Die Tonqualität von "On The Night" übertrifft
das etwas schwammige Klangbild des "Alchemy"-Dokuments von 1983. Das
macht schon zu Anfang Laune, wenn in "Calling Elvis" der mit
effektvollen Pointen gespickte Dialog zwischen Gitarre und Schlagzeug
in voller Zehn-Minuten-Länge erklingt. Ein beschwingtes "Walk Of
Life" und "Heavy Fuel" lassen danach die Spannungskurve weiter steigen,
bis die melancholisch verwehten Liebesarien "Romeo & Juliet" und
"Latest Trick" die erste Atempause ermöglichen. In den "Private
Investigations" entfaltet der Mann mit dem Stirnband sein Talent
für dramatische Zuspitzungen. "On Every Street" und "You And Your
Friend" sind Perlen aus dem jüngsten Studioalbum, die ein furioses
Finale mit "Money For Nothing" und "Brothers In Arms" vorbereiten. Weil
Mark Knopfler ein Formate-Freak ist, gibt es "On The Night" als CD, MC,
LP, DCC, Laser Disc und auch als Video (PolyGram 086 502-3) mit drei
Zugaben ("The Bug", "Solid Rock", "Local Hero - Wild Theme"), die
CD-Freaks auf der Maxi-Single "Encores" (Vertigo/Phonogram 862 209-2,
20:50) finden. Schade nur, daß man selbst hier die wunderbare
Liveversion von "Sultans Of Swing" vergeblich sucht. ** Interpret.:
09-10
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough for room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Yes, it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
It's still gonna get you if don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course
Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force
Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Mother Mary your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Who's protecting the innocenti
Heap big trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guess once upon a time in the west
Once upon a time in the west...
News
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah, but I won't play to lose
He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat
He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street
And she tell him that he's crazy
She's a-saying listen baby
I'm your wife
She tell him that he's crazy
For gambling a-with his life
But he climbs on his horse
You know he feel no remorse
He just kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive
And she tell him that he's crazy
Yes she's saying listen baby
I'm your wife
Yeah She tell him that he's crazy
For gambling with his life
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah but I won't play to lose
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news
Where Do You Think You're Going?
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you care about my pride?
Where do you think you're going?
I think that you don't know
You got no way of knowing
There's really no place you can go
I understand your changes
Long before you reach the door
I know where you think you're going you
I know what you came here for
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
Where do you think you're going?
I think you better go with me girl
You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
If you ain't with me girl
You're gonna be without me
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you care about my pride?
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
So where do you think you're going?
I think you better go with me girl
Communique
They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to the wall
He's incommunicado no comment to make
He's saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he'd be saying something else
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say,
Say what he means
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he's been trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don't have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he's saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Lady Writer
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah
Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place
Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like it
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Yes and your rich old man,
You know he'd a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a Jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same as the ...
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV
Angel Of Mercy
Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepherd's delight
I got to dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight
Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised
Angel of Mercy, you'll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know he's honest
Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Sweet angel
Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us till the chorus of dawn
And all I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection
Well now here come the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don't want your money, I want you instead
Don't need rejection yeah
Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Well if you cross your heart
And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get into it, you gotta tell me that I'm more than a lover
Yeah Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Yeah Angel of Mercy, angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Yeah Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
Portobello Belle
Bella donna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes her Jeans are tight now
She gonna travel light now
She's gonna tear up all her roots now
She got a turn up for the boots now
Yeah she thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man he's singing Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
Yeah, she thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yeas and do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle
Yes and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she get the reggae rumble
Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Oh, bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box
Or your button hole
Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle
Single Handed Sailor
Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She's just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the turist rail
A mother and her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And a man on the barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"
He could have said "Pride of London"
On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
Follow Me Home
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long
They been slaughtering upon the stone
Share out the meat
Yeah, you really like to eat
Come on woman, come follow me home
Well, the priest he cries
Virgins ascending to the skies tonight
All day long
I have passed my time alone
And when the church bell rung
I stayed out on the tower
In a dying sun
Now come on woman, come follow me home
Well I don't need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes I share the feast
So drink up my wine
Yes and the song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight
Clear as the day
Now come on woman, come follow me home