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Mark Knopfler: Ragpicker's Dream

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Mercury Records
Released: 2002.09.30
Time:
 55:34
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Chuck Aimlay, Mark Knopfler
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.mark-knopfler.co.uk
Appears with: Dire Straits
Purchase date: 2002.10.07
Price in €: 13,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Why Aye Man (M.Knopfler) - 6:11
[2] Devil Baby (M.Knopfler) - 4:02
[3] Hill Farmer Blues (M.Knopfler) - 3:44
[4] A Place Where We Used To Live (M.Knopfler) - 4:31
[5] Quality Shoe (M.Knopfler) - 3:51
[6] Fare Thee Well Northumberland (M.Knopfler) - 6:27
[7] Marbletown (M.Knopfler) - 3.33
[8] You Don't Know You're Born (M.Knopfler) - 5:18
[9] Coyote (M.Knopfler) - 5:55
[10] The Ragpicker's Dream (M.Knopfler) - 4:20
[11] Daddy's Gone To Knoxville (M.Knopfler) - 2:47
[12] Old Pigweed (M.Knopfler) - 4:32

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


MARK KNOPFLER - Vocals, Guitars

RICHARD BENNETT - Guitars
JIM COX - Piano, Hammond Organ
GUY FLETCHER - Keyboards
GLENN WORF - Bass
CHAD CROMWELL - Drums

Additional musicians:
GLENN DUNCAN - Violin on [11]
PAUL FRANKLIN - Pedal Steel on [3], [5] and [10]
MIKE HENDERSON - harmonica on [6]

JIMMY NAIL - Backing Vocals on [1]
TIM HEALY - Backing Vocals on [1]
GUY FLETCHER - Backing Vocals on 8

CHUCK AINLAY - Recording, Mixing
JOHN SAYLOR - Second Engineer
JON BAILEY - Second Engineer
JAKE JACKSON - Second Engineer
TONY COUSINS - Mastering

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2002 CD Warner Brothers 48318



Up until now, Mark Knopfler seems to have had three separate modes of operation: there's been the moody rock style of Dire Straits, the quieter introspection of his soundtracks and the more boisterous lads-down-the-pub humour of his solo outings. With The Ragpicker's Dream, his third solo album, he indulges in all three, often to great effect. Naturally, the humorous tracks (the "King of the Road"-like "Quality Shoe" and Auf Wiedersehen Pet theme "Why Aye Man") are throwaway items. But when Knopfler mixes his two dearest loves--American roots music and the "real" life of the working-man--he produces some of his most heartfelt material to date. The title track is a sweet Christmas narrative, a downbeat "Fairytale of New York". "Marbletown" and "Coyote" are both Southern-style travelling songs, the latter being like an up-tempo "Ode to Billie Joe". Best of all, though, is the mournful and slightly loungey "A Place Where We Used to Live", in which the protagonist looks back on the poignant moments of a hard life. It's a beautiful song, almost matched by the delicate, and sorely troubled "Hill Farmer's Blues", the only track to feature major bursts of that trademark Dire Straits ambient guitar. Knopfler fans will love this album, and there's plenty for roots aficionados, too.

Dominic Wills - Amazon.co.uk



Bis zum heutigen Tag ist Mark Knopfler offensichtlich drei verschiedenen Stilrichtungen gefolgt. Da gibt es die stimmungsvollen Rock-Klänge der Dire Straits, die sanfteren, eher introvertierten Stücke seiner Soundtracks und der ausgelassene Kneipen-Humor seiner Solowerke. Mit The Ragpicker's Dream, seinem dritten Soloalbum, erleben wir ihn in allen drei Kategorien und dies oft mit großem Erfolg. Natürlich kann man die Spaß-Tracks (das an "King of the Road" erinnernde "Quality Shoe" und das Auf-Wiedersehen-Pet-Thema "Why Aye Man") schlicht und einfach vergessen. Aber wenn Knopfler seine beiden größten Favoriten präsentiert -- amerikanische Roots-Music und das "wirkliche" Leben des Arbeiters -- dann liefert er einige seiner bisher gefühlvollsten Stücke. Der Titeltrack ist eine einfühlsame Weihnachtsgeschichte, ein bedächtiges Märchen aus New York ("Fairytale of New York"). "Marbletown" und "Coyote" sind beide Traveling-Songs aus dem Süden, wobei der letztere wie eine flotte Version von "Ode To Billie Joe" klingt.

Am besten ist jedoch das traurige "A Place Where We Used To Live", das schon fast wie Salonmusik klingt und in dem der Protagonist auf die prägenden Phasen eines schweren Lebens zurückblickt. Dies ist ein wirklich schöner Song, wobei der sanfte, zutiefst sorgenvolle "Hill Farmer's Blues" jedoch fast genauso gut klingt: übrigens der einzige Track, bei dem die so charakteristischen Dire-Straits-Gitarrenklänge dann doch noch einmal zum Ausbruch kommen. Knopfler-Fans wird dieses Album gefallen, und für Anhänger der Roots-Music bietet es auch eine ganze Menge.

Dominic Wills - Amazon.de
 

 L y r i c s


WHY AYE MAN

we had no way of staying afloat
we had to leave on the ferry boat
economic refugees
on the run to germany
we had the back of maggie's hand
times were tough in geordieland
we got wor tools and working gear
and humped it all from newcastle to here

why aye man, why aye, why aye man
why aye man, why aye, why aye man

we're the nomad tribes, travelling boys
in the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise
drills and hammers, diggers and picks
mixing concrete, laying bricks
there's english, irish, scots, the lot
united nation's what we've got
brickies, chippies, every trade
german building, british-made

why aye man, why aye, why aye man
why aye man, why aye, why aye man

nae more work on maggie's farm
hadaway down the autobahn
mine's a portacabin bed
or a bunk in a nissen hut instead

there's plenty deutschmarks here to earn
and german tarts are wunderschoen
german beer is chemical-free
germany's alreet with me
sometimes i miss my river tyne
but you're my pretty fraulein
tonight we'll drink the old town dry
keep wor spirit levels high

why aye man, why aye, why aye man
why aye man, why aye, why aye man


DEVIL BABY

the freaks'll stay together
they're a tight old crew
you look at them
and they look at you
i love the ballyhoo girl
but she don't care
it’s hard to find love anywhere
hard to find love anywhere

the professor is the talker
he's the talking man
and if he can't clean a midway
nobody can
he'll get the tip on in
from the midway mud
you gotta have the sawdust in the blood
gotta have the sawdust in the blood

see the pig-faced man and the monkey girl
come see the big fat lady
'gator slim with the alligator skin
come see the devil baby

springer is the talker
he's the talking man
he's got the whole studio
eating out of his hand
you can be on too
with the nuts and the geeks
call 1-800-ima frek
1-800-ima frek

be the pig-faced man or the monkey girl
come be the big fat lady
'gator slim with the alligator skin
come be the devil baby


HILL FARMER'S BLUES

i'm going into tow law
for what i need
chain for the ripsaw
killer for the weed
the dog's at the back door
leave him be
don't feed him jack
and don't wait up for me

going into tow law
to fuel my fire
shells for the twelve
and razor wire
the dog's at the back door
leave him be
don't do jack
and don't wait up for me

so bad so bad
so bad so bad

i'm going into tow law
to have my fun
don't get me wrong
you were the only one
behind my back lord
you made a fool of me
don't do jack
and don't wait up for me

so bad so bad
so bad so bad


A PLACE WHERE WE USED TO LIVE

this empty kitchen's where
i'd while away the hours
just next to my old chair
you'd usually have some flowers
the shelves of books
even the picture hooks
everything is gone
but my heart is hanging on

if this old neighbourhood
survived us both alright
don't know that it withstood
all the things that took our light
you on the stair
i can see you there
everything is gone
but my heart is hanging on

once there was a little girl
used to wonder what she would be
went out into the big wide world
now she's just a memory
there used to be a little school here
where i learned to write my name
but time has been a little cruel here
time has no shame

it's just a place where
we used to live
it's just a place where
we used to live

now in another town
you lead another life
and now upstairs and down
you're someone else's wife
here in the dust
there's not a trace of us
everything is gone
but my heart is hanging on

it's just a place where
we used to live
it's just a place where
we used to live


QUALITY SHOE

you got your toecaps reinforced with steel
hard-wearing sole and heel
make those tired feet feel like new
take your pick, black or brown
great for the country or the man in town
you're gonna need a quality shoe
 
you don't want no stand-by pair
'cos these'll take the wear and tear
made to take good care of you
for that trip by road or rail
for extra grip on those rocky trails
you're gonna need a quality shoe 

now they maybe ain't too hot for dancing
but i do

if you could use a change of pace
and be excused from the rat race
just take a look at what's on view
lace 'em up, walk around
i guarantee you can't wear 'em down
you're gonna need a quality shoe 

now i wish you sunny skies
and happiness wherever you may go
but you got to realise
there'll be wind, there'll be rain
and occasional snow  

you're gonna want to smile in them
if you're gonna walk a mile in them
there'll be times when you'll be blue
to laugh at rainy days and then
make your getaways in them
you're gonna need a quality shoe  

you got your toecaps reinforced with steel
hard-wearing sole and heel
make those tired feet feel like new
take your pick, black or brown
great for the country or the man in town
you're gonna need a quality shoe


FARE THEE WELL NORTHUMBERLAND

come drive me down to the central station
i hate to leave my river tyne
for some damn town that's god-forsaken
fare thee well, northumberland
although i'll go where the lady takes me
she'll never tell what's in her hand
i do not know what fate awaits me
fare thee well, northumberland  

my heart beats for my streets and alleys
longs to dwell in the borderlands
the north-east shore and the river valleys
fare thee well northumberland
i may not stay, i'm bound for leaving
i'm bound to ramble and to roam
i only say my heart is grieving
i would not gamble on my coming home
 
roll on, geordie boy, roll
roll on, geordie boy, roll
roll on, geordie boy, roll
roll on, geordie boy, roll  

so drive me down to the central station
i hate to leave my river tyne
for some damn town that's god-forsaken
goodbye old friend of mine
although i'll go where the lady takes me
she'll never tell what's in her hand
i do not know what fate awaits me
fare thee well, northumberland  

so roll on, geordie boy, roll
roll on, geordie boy, roll
roll on, geordie boy, roll
roll on, geordie boy, roll


MARBLETOWN

roll out here mister
if you need a lttle rest
lay me down in marbletown
a bone yard is the best

there was a bad bull on the railroad
tried to put me off his train
lay me down in marbletown
'til the coast is clear again

i can hear them a- hollerin'
'we got a man down here
we got a man down'

i'm gonna flip me a cannonball
that won't stop for anyone
lay me down in marbletown
wait ‘til morning comes

i'm gonna roll out here in the tombstones
wait here on my train
lay me down in marbletown
i hope that it don't rain

and i can still hear them hollerin
''we got a man down here
we got a man down'

roll out here mister
if you need a little rest
lay me down in marbletown
a bone yard is the best


YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BORN

what do you know about the hammer and the spike
what do you know about the farm
you don't know
you don't know what it's like
because you don't know
you don't know you're born

what do you know about the hammer and the chisel
you only know the kitchen and the warm
you don't know about the night shift whistle
punching the clock to the horn
because you don't know
you don't know you're born

you don't know
you don't know you're born
you don't know
you don't know you're born

what do you know about the hammer and the nails
know about the thistles and the thorns
what do you know about the road and the rails
your heart so weary and your hands all worn
your hands so weary and your heart all torn
and you don't know
you don't know you're born


COYOTE

look at me coyote
don't let a little road dust put you off
you can't judge a book
well you know that stuff
there's a tear in my upholstery
and a hole in my shoe
but don't you just wish that you could
make half of the speed i do
speed i do, speed i do, speed i do

you can't catch me coyote
though there may be blood on the tracks
there may be some bridges burning
behind our backs
but i got my laundry on the backseat
and an itinerary too
and don't you just wish that you could
make half of the speed i do
speed i do, speed i do, speed i do
speed i do, speed i do, speed i do

now i'm a speck on your horizon
getting smaller fast
an ambush wouldn't be surprising
i hope it's better than your last

once again the roadrunner
leaves the coyote in the dirt
you've got another plan of action
but we all know it ain't never gonna work
it must be hard having dog dreams
that never come true
and don't you just wish that you could
make half of the speed i do
speed i do, speed i do, speed i do
speed i do, speed i do, speed i do


THE RAGPICKER'S DREAM

when jack frost came for christmas
with a brass monkey date
the rail-king and the scarecrow
hopped a florlda freight
and they blew on their paper cups
and stared through the steam
then they drank half a bottle
of ragpicker's dream where

the whiskey keeps following
cold pitchers of beer
me and my associate
like the clientele here get
the onions and the 'taters
rib-eyes on the grill
toothpicks and luckies
and a coffee refill as

the rail-king lay rocking
he was leaving the ground
then he was flying like santa claus
over the town where
he came to the window
of a house by a stream
it was a family christmas
in the ragpicker's dream there

were kids at the table
all aglow in the light
music in the wintertime
sure carries at night there
was turkey and gravy
pie and ice-cream
and gifts for each and everyone
in the ragpicker's dream where

the red-eye keeps tumbling
in our glasses of beer
me and my associate
like the service in here there's
a ten for your trouble
you have beautiful hair
make the last one two doubles
it's a cold one out there where

the scarecrow and the rail-king
have started to dance
but a nightstick and a billyclub
won't give peace a chance here
i think they went thataways
your song and dance team
heading home for the holidays
with the ragpicker's dream on

his knees like a fighter
the rail-riding king
like a sack of potatoes
like a bull in the ring where
the scarecrow falls over
with a tear in the seam
home for the rover
in the ragpicker's dream where

the red-eye keeps tumbling
like tears in our beer
me and my associate
like the ambience here where
they cornered two castaways
in a white flashlight beam
merry christmas and happy days
in the ragpicker's dream


DADDY’S GONE TO KNOXVILLE

oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
when he’s gone
yeah, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
when he’s gone
daddy’s gone down that gallatin road
the hen never laid and the corn never growed
oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone

oh, i’d rather have a dollar than a dime
than a dime
yeah, i’d rather have a dollar than a dime
than a dime
daddy’s gone down that crossville track
if he can’t make a dollar then he ain’t comin’ back
oh, i’d rather have a dollar than a dime

oh, you better love your daddy while you can
while you can
yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
while you can
daddy’s gone south on the natchez trace
if the can’t show the money then he don’t show his face
oh, you’d better love your daddy while you can

oh, your daddy’s gone to knoxville now
knoxville now
yeah, your daddy’s gone to knoxville now
knoxville now
daddy’s gone down that knoxville road
the dog never barked and the cock never crowed
oh, your daddy’s gone to knoxville now.


OLD PIGWEED

everything was in there
that you'd want to see
corned beef and onions
and true love
turnips and tinned tomatoes
parsnips and a few potatoes
a couple extra blessings
from above

now this here mingle-mangle
was my best one yet
a big old bad goulash
worth waiting for
and i'm just about to dip my can
taste some brotherhood of man
when i get a feeling
that there's a flaw

who put old pigweed
in the mulligan
was it you
who put old pigweed
in the mulligan stew
i close my eyes
for just a minute
what do you do
who put old pigweed
in the mulligan stew

you won't find self-improvement or philosophy
in a dumpster sitting by
the kitchen door
there's plenty leek and humble pie
ain't too much ham on rye
sometimes i wonder
what i'm looking for

but a spoonful of forgiveness
goes a long, long way
and we all should do our best
to get along
add a pinch of kindness crumbling
to your loving dumpling
okra for thickening
when something's wrong

but who put old pigweed
in the mulligan
was it you
who put old pigweed
in the mulligan stew
i close my eyes
for just a minute
what do you do
who put old pigweed
in the mulligan stew

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