Kill To Get Crimson

Mark Knopfler - Kill to Get Crimson Album Tab by Foma’ ___________________________________________________________________________ 1 - True Love Will Never Fade Tuning: Standart Capo: No / / / / / / True love will never fade   True love will never fade   True love will never fade   True love will never fade   True love will never fade I wonder if there’s no forever No walking hand in hand Down a yellow brick road   To never never land These days I get to where I’m going Make it there eventually Follow the trail of breadcrumbs To where I’m meant to be   To where I’m meant to be I don’t know what brought you to me That was up to you There’s so many come to see me Who want their own tattoo I fixed a needle in a holder Laid my hand upon your spine And there upon your shoulder I drew the picture as your sign When I think about us I see the picture that we made The picture to remind us True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade   True love will never fade / / / / / / / I worked the rowdies and daytrippers Now and then I think of you Any which way we’re all shufflin’ Forward in the queue They like to move my operation They like to get me off the pier And I dream I’m on a steamer Pullin’ out of here When I think about us I see a picture that we made   The picture to remind us True love will never fade   True love will never fade True love will never fade   True love will never fade   True love will never fade   True love will never fade   / / / / / / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 2 - Scaffolder’s Wife Tuning: Standart           Capo: 3              C7add11 [x33310] / / / / / / / / /                   C7add11 The scaffolder’s wife driving out of the yard with a face that’s as hard as a scaffolder’s bar - when she goes into town she might take the top down on the car                         C7add11 The quick little steps in the stiletto boots and the hair with the roots She comes in as a rule to get the nails done and the tan for the sun when the kids are in school     Don’t begrudge her the Merc it’s been nothing but work and a hard   life Losing her looks over company books - the scaffolder’s wife / / / / / / / / /                    C7add11 In the wicked old days when they went it alone kept the company going on a wing and a prayer They don’t pay what they owe when they have the cash flow - they don’t care     Don’t begrudge her the Merc it’s been nothing but work and a hard   life Losing her looks over company books - the scaffolder’s wife         the scaffolder’s wife         / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 3 - The Fizzy and the Still Tuning: Standart                   Capo: 3          Esus4 [022200] / Esus4 / / / Esus4 / /  E               Esus4      Em Sunday morning here we are The boy’s come home not quite the movie star  E            Esus4    Em He’s been in Hollywood The boy’s come home The boy’s done good He says she asked too high a price neglecting to declare what sits between them there on ice chilled with the fizzy and the still:      he tried but didn’t make it there It’s not for me        It’s not for me / Esus4 / / / / / / / He says she asked too high a price neglecting to declare what sits between them there on ice chilled with the fizzy and the still:      he tried but didn’t make it there It’s not for me        It’s not for me  E              Esus4       Em Sunday papers here we are The boy’s come home                  The boy’s come home / Esus4 / / / / / / / / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 4 - Heart Full of Holes   Tuning: Standart                   Capo 4           Aaug [x4322x] G/C [x30003] / / / / / / / / You can tell me your troubles I’ll listen for free My regulars trust me it seems You can come and see Uncle to get through the week leave your pledges with me to redeem Some folk sell their bodies for ten bob a go Politicians go pawning their souls Which doesn’t make me look too bad don’t you know me with my heart full of holes         Dm         Aaug All my yesterdays broken a watch with no face     all battered and old  Dm          Aaug Bits of the movement all over the place     and a heart full of holes A heart full of holes     a heart full of holes   a heart full of holes     a heart full of holes   Brass knuckles and banjos are out on the town at the knees-up in Teddy Boys’ Row The gold block and tackle tells the time upside down Rock n’ roll - well I don’t know  Dm            Aaug Dead people’s wedding gifts  F/C          Aaug walk out the door A clarinet squeals to be free   Dm        Aaug Accordions hop from the shelves to the floor - start playing their polkas to me / / / / / / / / / / / / There’s a ringing of bells a dunderhead’s curse Fingers are pointing at you And you take work in hell and be glad it’s not worse and you get to the back of the queue  Dm            Aaug Handcuffs and hunting knives   F/C         Aaug clang on the bars Air pistols shoot out the lights         Dm            Aaug I’ve a whole Wailing Wall of electric guitars could shatter the windows   down Brick Lane tonight If one of us dies love I think I’ll retire see my boys and my beautiful girls A Garden of Eden no gates or barbed wire who knows maybe gates made of pearls Well if we go to heaven and some say we don’t but if there’s a reckoning day please God I’ll see you and maybe I won’t I’ve a bag packed to go either way / / / / / / / / Redeeming your pledge dear I’ll keep it for you It’s not going to go anywhere   But your soul your soul that is not what I do There’s not a lot I can do there I remember the officer’s watch        Aaug in my hand: ’Repair it or die’ I was told         Dm        Aaug It’s a wonder to me - I still don’t understand why I ever survived to be old with a heart full of holes    A heart full of holes A heart full of holes     A heart full of holes A heart full of holes     A heart full of holes A heart full of holes     A heart full of holes / / / / / / / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 5 - We Can Get Wild       Tuning: Standart                   Capo 2           We’re old enough for leaving home The old joanna and the old trombone It’s all going on I’m growing my sideboards long Hey you and me can be who we want to be. Listen now right here It’s going to be a beautiful year. Calling it a teenage scene And I have a dream Don’t know if I’ll be a star I’m going to play guitar I’ve seen this rocking cat   I want to be just like that.   Listen now right here It’s going to be a beautiful year       Hey look at you baby Tell your daddy you’re no child   Look at you baby   We can get wild. Oh yeah We’ll be on our own Billy Fury on the gramophone Take you to the pictures and a dance In my drainpipe pants Check the mirror and the old DA   And "You can play in a day" Listen now right here   It’s going to be a beautiful year         Hey look at you baby   Tell your daddy you’re no child   Hey look at you baby   We can get wild         Hey look at you baby   Tell your daddy you’re no child   Hey look at you baby   We can get wild We can get wild Get wild Get wild ___________________________________________________________________________ 6 - Secondary Waltz               Tuning: Standart   Capo: 3      / / / / / The school Christmas party is coming Ain’t doing rugby no more McIntyre’s teaching us waltzing Out on the gymnasium floor Out on the gymnasium floor McIntyre’s out of the army You’ll be slippered if you get it wrong McIntyre’s din booms loud in the gym But we’ve only got our little shorts on   But we’ve only got our little shorts on. And it’s one two three two twowe’re all a disgrace McIntyre’s tore us apart And we danced with ourselves when we’d all found a space Waltzing with fear in our hearts Waltzing with fear in our hearts. / / / / / Comes the day of the final manoeuvres all of our heads are a whirl It’s getting much closer to D day This time we’re goina do it with girls This time we’re goina do it with girls. In the arena the ladies are waiting A twelve year old partner to guide Some matches were fixed the rest of us we mixed And a fat girl got left on the side   A fat girl got left on the side. And it’s one two three two twowe’re all a disgrace McIntyre tore us apart And we danced with ourselves when we’d all found a space Waltzing with fear in our hearts Waltzing with fear in our hearts. / / / / / When you come to my fights and I am under the lights And you see that my footwork is false Don’t count me out the start of the bout I’m just doing the secondary waltz   Doing the secondary waltz. / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 7 - Punish The Monkey             Tuning: Standart       Capo: No     They’re driving long nails into coffins You’ve been having sleepless nights You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse and checking on your rights The boss has hung you out to dry   And it looks as though they’ll punish the monkey          and let the organ grinder go      You’ve been talking to a lawyer    Are you going to to pretend    that you and your employer   are still the best of friends? Somebody’s going to take the fall   There’s your quid pro quo They’ll punish the monkey           punish the monkey           punish the monkey            and let the organ grinder go Here comes a policeman He won’t be sidetracked He’s asking about a smoking gun He’s after the facts / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / It’s a quiet life from here on in   You’ve dropped your poison cup The telephone is ringing   But you’re not picking up Time’s up Sir Lord Flunkey   And everybody knows punish the monkey           punish the monkey          punish the monkey           and let the organ grinder go punish the monkey           punish the monkey          punish the monkey           and let the organ grinder go punish the monkey punish the monkey punish the monkey punish the monkey ___________________________________________________________________________ 8 - Let It All Go Tuning: Standart              Capo: No              / / / / / / When it’s pop goes the weasel let go of the easel You don’t want this rickety rackety life It’s seat of the trousers It’s all sink or swim son I’d kill to get crimson on this palette knife And I’d steal in a minute I’m up to here in it You here behaving as though I’m a saint   Get a job with a pension Don’t ever mention you once had a craving for the brushes and paint So go forget it let it all go let it all go    Go forget it let it all go      Go forget it let it all go let it all go    Go forget it let it all go Let it all go / / / / / / A hack writer judges my swipes and my smudges he doesn’t like pictures with blotches and blots The drawing room tea set wants horses sunsets sweet nothings - the seaside with yachts Here’s the end of the thirties no time for arties over in Poland a right old to-do    So go join the navy the air force or the army They’ll all be enrolling young fellows like you So go forget it let it all go let it all go    Go forget it let it all go       Go forget it let it all go let it all go    Go forget it let it all go Let it all go / / / / / / These are not my decisions flaming visions ringing expressions the clamouring voice It’s volcanic desire the unquenchable fire It isn’t a question of having the choice Anyway now I’m old but if you won’t be told if you’ve been created to answer the call   all passion and lust is going to end in the dust but you’ll hang on some government gallery wall You must go forget it let it all go let it all go    Go forget it let it all go       Go forget it let it all go let it all go    Go forget it let it all go Let it all go / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 9 - Behind With The Rent   Tuning: Standart            Capo: No                    /    / /    /        /      / This didn’t used to be me old boy This isn’t what I’d want pulling old night fighters in a restaurant There’s smoke and flames behind me where the self-respect all went and I’m behind behind   with the rent I’ve been stitched up like a kipper old son but I won’t be again Hell hath no fury Oh I’m like a lot of men Now I’m stalking this old Doris with lascivious intent and I’m behind behind with the rent Just a little duck and dive   and a bit of wheel and deal She’ll remind me I’m alive She’ll remind me I still feel Just a little shelling out   for a bit of you-know-what I know this is all about something that I never got / / / Well this crumpet’s past it’s sell-by-date but they all would qualify They’re going to be lonely and be happy to comply She knows that I’m a chancer coming on like a gent but I’m behind behind   with the rent Yes I’m behind behind   with the rent / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 10 - The Fish and the Bird Tuning: Standart           Capo: 3              / / / / / / When I gave my heart to a tinker boy he said a fish could love a swallow And I will go with my travelling man Wherever he goes I will follow He will mend your pots and pans Your kitchen knives he’ll take and sharpen Then I’ll be gone with my travelling man and never more your doorway darken / / / / / / The fish and the bird who fall in love will find no place to build a home in The fish and the bird who fall in love are bound forever to go roaming bound forever to go roaming / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 11 - Madame’s Geneva Tuning: Standart                Capo: 2                 / / / / / / / / / / / / I’m a maker of ballads right pretty I write them right here in the street You can buy them all over the city yours for a penny a sheet I’m a word pecker out of the printers Out of the Damsel Gin lane I’ll write up a scene on a counter - confessions and sins in the main boys confessions and sins in the main Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s keeping the demons at bay There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in but they’ll always be back on a hanging day / / / / / / / / / / / / They come rattling over the cobbles they sit on their coffins of black Some are struck dumb some gabble top-heavy on brandy or sec The pews are all full of fine fellows and the hawker has set up her shop As they’re turning them off at the gallows she’ll be selling right under the drop boys selling right under the drop Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s keeping the demons at bay There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in but they’ll always be back on a hanging day / / / / / / / / / / / / ___________________________________________________________________________ 12 - In The Sky           Tuning: Standart              Capo: 3                      Dsus2 [x00230] G7M [3x0002] / / / / / / / / Are you home from the sea my soul balladeer        You’ve been away roaming far away from here           weathered a storm your heart unafraid       crossed every ocean in the boat that you made   Been blowing your horn scaring the spooks     No crotchets or quavers in your books      Gone sailing all night straight in the vein     like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky in the sky / / / / / Running in on the tide with the first of the stars       the moon on the water and the sound of guitars          Glide into the homing as the night falls      to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall   And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post       who stands at the fire   where a poet’s dreams roast         He can’t know the story he can’t feel the pain       and all of the glory   falls around him like rain in the sky in the sky / / / / / / / / / / / / / / You’re a light in the dark a beacon of hope       and strong as a sea boat strong as a rope          And the vagabond wind whispers over the bay     and the songs and the laughter are carried away in the sky in the sky / / / / / / / /