Queste versioni di questi brani di Mark Knopfler mi piacciono assai perché eseguite insieme all’incredibile Sonny Landreth, che con la sua chitarra aggiunge un extra particolare. Ti aggiungo anche i testi, perché, visto che ci sono, è bene sapere cosa si sta dicendo, no? Spero ti piacciano.
Mark Knopfler – Cannibals
He holds on to his daddy’s hand
His daddy says Sonny you’re a big strong boy
You’re gonna be a big strong man
And they go play catch they go play ball
They go take a walk along the sand
Big strong daddy and a big strong boy
Living in a big strong landDaddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy can I have a dinosaur
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any moreDown in Louisiana there’s a hurricane coming
The little boy climbs the stairs
And all along the levee all the people come running
And the little boy’s saying his prayers
And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy
And he’s asking for his G.I. Joe
And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin
And says my little one I love you soDaddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Leave a light outside the door
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Lay down your head now don’t get out of bed
Don’t you let the bedbugs bite
It’s time to go to sleep now not another peep
And I’ll see you in the morning light
And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying
The hurricane had blown away
And daddy’s little boy was jumping up for joy
And he was singing at the break of day
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy can I be a warrior
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
Daddy why do people go to war
Once upon a time there were cannibals
Now there are no cannibals any more
Mark Knopfler – Gravy Train
Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Past the coal mines black and scarred
Starter houses in the loading yard
On the gravy train, on the gravy train
There’s the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Never thank each other or their lucky stars
Ridin’ on the gravy train
That’s worse than ingratitude
Worse than a piss poor attitude
On the gravy train, gravy train
Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Some act tough, some act rude
Some bit of fluff complain about the food
You wanna see somebody getting really rude
Get on the gravy train, gravy train
Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track,
And they’re gonna be ridin’ in an old caboose
Coming back
There’s the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade
Ridin’ on the gravy train
Free loader licks my boots
Tells me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don’t get cute
Get on the gravy train