The Golden Globe

She's going shopping for shoes
She wants them in magenta and caribbean blue
Platinum and buttercup lilac and black
They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back
Imelda baby imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you

In new york and paris on the champs elys

(mark knopfler)



You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town

You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'we are the sultans of swing'

She was swinging by the bangles in a main street store
A while before we met
The most dangerous angels that you ever saw
She spied her amulet

And she took a loop of leather for around her neck
And that was then the start
The most dangerous lady on her quarter deck
She found her golden heart
You found your golden heart

Then we swirled around each other and the thread was spun
To some arcadian band
I would stop it from swinging like a pendulum
Just to hold time in my hand

And you shot me with a cannonball of history
And long forgotten art
I'd be turning it over as our words ran free
I'd hold your golden heart
I'd hold your golden heart

Nothing in the world prepared me for you, your heart, your heart
Nothing in the world that i love more your heart, your heart
Your golden heart

And every time i'm thinking of you from a distant shore
And all the time i sleep
I will have a reminder that my baby wore
A part of you to keep

And i'll send you all my promises across the sea
And while we are apart
I will carry the wonder that you gave to me
I'll wear your golden heart
I'll wear your golden heart

Nothing in the world prepared me for you, your heart, your heart
Nothing in the world that i love more your heart, your heart
Your golden heart

We've paid in hell since moscow burned
As cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
And our grande arm