Sultans of Swing

part one

(à l'improviste)

Buiten is het koud en donker
in het park
de wind steekt op, er komt een bui, je huivert en versnelt je pas
je doet je sjaal over je jas

En dan opeens hoor je wat flarden
oude dixielandmuziek
je luistert, blijf heel even staan
en krijgt een warm gevoel
dat zegt, kom laat ik daar
naar binnen gaan

Het is er vol, niet teveel licht,
geen mens kun je echt zien
ze schuilen voor de regen
komen niet voor jazzmuziek
maar om te kletsen na een dag
hard werken

... Sultans of Swing...

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 the music ring
Well, now you step inside, but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain, they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh, but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town

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You check out guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind, it's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
They said 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 the honky-tonk like anything
Savin' it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're foolin' 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 playin' band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole, Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"


Dire Straits (1978) ...

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