马克·诺普勒（Mark Knopfler） -《香格里拉》(Shangri-La)[MP3!]
专辑英文名: Shangri-La
专辑中文名: 香格里拉
歌手: 马克·诺普勒（Mark Knopfler）
资源格式: MP3
发行时间: 2004年10月
地区: 英国
语言: 英语
简介:
英国乐坛殿堂级超级组合恐怖海峡（Dire Srtaits）的乐队灵魂 Mark Knopfler 的第四张个人专辑，对于马克和恐怖海峡乐队这里就不做介绍了，DS的乐迷是不会错过这位吉他大师的每一首作品的，特别是在去年马克因车祸终止了巡演之后，这张专辑的发行足以让他的乐迷感到欣慰了。
[香格里拉专辑的故事] 与Mark Knopfler 一席谈
Q：Mark，从去年三月的摩托车事故至今，你写了不少歌还在加州录制了新专辑?
A：我觉得写了很多。那场意外让我在家呆着而不能继续巡演，凡事总有积极的一面。我正努力恢复，已经准备好上路。
Q：你还是与以前的乐队合作并和Chuck Ainlay 联合制作？
A： 是，我们一起合作已有十年了，我们有很棒的shorthand（sorry, 估计是吉他和弦切换方面的用语） 和一样的幽默感。这样的感觉很好，我们在一起时我有最好状态。我弹给他们听我写的歌，相互探讨一下，然后就能开始合录了。
乐队还是以前的人员配备： 吉他 Richard Bennett，键盘 Jim Cox and Guy Fletcher, 贝司Glenn Worf，鼓 Chad Cromwell.
我们一起演奏时会有一些搞笑打闹的事情发生（诸如“谁放的气？”一类），所以有时候会有少部分片段需要重来一次，但乐队演奏并把握得很好所以没必要停止录音。我们很少一次性录完整首歌，但经常用第一遍的录音。
Q：录音地点有影响吗？
A: Shangri-La 是在Malibu的一个有年头的studio 录制的. Bob Dylan, Neil Young 和 The Band 也常在那儿录音。 Studio的主人做了很多维护并请我去那儿录音。这个“Old California” （可能是studio 的名字） 随着我的录音留下岁月的痕迹。
Q: 你从不热衷于解释你的歌词，对吗？
A: 对， 有一些我会。 我欣赏 David Hockney 谈论他绘画的方式。举个例子，我努力尝试尽量简明直接，但有时我发觉对一些歌曲解释得越多，听者却离题越远。人们会照自己的理解去解读，加入个体的东西，他们事实也是这么做的。这非常有趣，歌词的原意会离你而去变成他们的了。 例如在“The Trawlerman’s Song”中， 我就不会告诉你“他”来自何方，因为我想让听众自由想象。
有些歌词会比较容易解释。有很多主题与之关联。有时我会借古喻今，尽管时间不同，而人们还是一样。有许许多多的角色- 爱人，战士，渔夫，囚犯，戏子，乐手，小偷，政客。我发觉60年代对我的影响比我年少时要多一些。
5.15 am – 这首歌的部分内容是关于泰恩河畔赌场职员的谋杀案，在我年少时那可是个大事件。写歌只能退而居其次了。在一个寒冷的清晨，一个刚下夜班的矿工骑车回家时发现了尸体。后来夜店都搬去Newcastle了. 再接着是美国文化的渗透，并持续至今。 上周Notting Hill发生了第一起驾车枪击案件。
Back To Tupelo-- 我想在孩提时我就渐渐领会猫王既想当歌星又想当影星。我并没有意识到他的影响力如此巨大。我很惊讶地看到现在的音乐经纪人对他的经纪人Colonel Parker 如此崇拜。还有成千上万的， 可能比过去任何年代都多的年轻人梦想着出名，只是想出名。
Boom, Like That -- 这首歌是关于Ray Kroc, 将McDonalds 推向全球的人。现在对他有相悖的看法： 一是来自抵制全球化的运动的人， 另一方面是推崇他为视觉商业模型创始人的人们。 这首歌主要由 Kroc谈论他自己的内容组成。
Sucker Row-- 想象中是一个不起眼的伴舞牛郎对Las Vegas美好憧憬。有人将 Vegas 的创立者比作梦想家和造梦者，可其他人不这么认为。
Song For Sonny Liston -- 我小时候Sonny Liston 是个大人物。 他是拳王阿里和Cassius Clay 夺取金腰带征途中的一道坎。他不够正直，他有一个悲惨的童年，在他脸上看不见笑容。有些方面会令我想起Mike Tyson。Nick Tosches 写了本很棒的关于Liston的书，对我写这首歌很有帮助。
上面这首歌我作成三重奏，吉他，贝司和鼓，同 ”Donegan’s gone” 一样， 尽管Jim加了些键盘在里面。 我六岁时有几张Donegan 的录音。 回到bottleneck 吉他的感觉很好。 非常荣幸最近和Joe Brown 一起在Royal Albert Hal 为Lonnie 献演。 我的记忆中珍藏着Lonnie 在厨房里为我们可爱的宝贝女儿低声吟唱的场景。
Postcards From Paraguay -- 我想象一些游手好闲者干着偷鸡摸狗的勾当。友人提醒我近来这个专辑被部分解读为关于诚实劳动的人们与贪婪掠夺者之间的对比。 也许我脑中的主题更关注公司犯罪。
Q: 有些人听 “Everybody Pays“ 的“Got shot off my horse, so what I ‘m up again” 认为你在讲你的事故.
A: 随他们理解吧！，When you want to sing and dance -- 当一个孩子告诉我他想以音乐为职业， 我看着他，好啊，不过一定会有挫折的。成功的时候自然风光无限，但低谷的时候也会令人沮丧。 某种意义上，有点象竞技体育，因为这是一个充满竞争的环境。Hank (Marvin) 对“Our Shangri-La”里我的吉他演奏有一定影响，这是首关于现时现刻的歌。我喜欢Hank的演奏，因为他的影响我的第一把吉他是红色的。
Q: 在你创作你自己专辑的过程中，你曾和Emmylou Harris 演奏过二重奏， 是吗？
A: 是，在过去几年间，我们尽量安排时间在各地录制一些片段，我希望不久的将来我们能出个专辑， 这很容易，Emmy 是难以置信的棒。
Q: 为了事故你不得不推迟巡演，你一定非常渴望再开始巡演吧？.
A: 我盼望着。我错过了一次巡演，这在以前从未发生过。现场演奏对我来说是如此重要。我是幸运的， 我快乐的写歌，录音，排练，现场演出 – 就是这样。
[香格里拉与AMD64]
超微半导体(AMD)公司表示，吉他超级巨星Mark Knopfler的最新专辑『Shangri-La』(香格里拉)是采用内建AMD Opteron双核心处理器为主的数字录音工作站(digital audio workstation)，并以24-bit/96kHz高解析音效和5.1环绕声道录制。专辑的基本音轨一开始是在双16轨的模拟机器上录制，接着便立即转换成数字格式再做进一步的录音处理。而混音工程同样是在AMD64工作站上处理，并加入5.1环绕与高分辨率的立体混音。AMD64 Masters Group的成员Chuck Ainlay则全程与Knopfler一同进行录制工作。
由Verari Systems所推出的内建AMD64处理器工作站是在微软Windows XP专业版操作系统下执行Steinberg Nuendo 2 Media Production System软件(www.steinberg.net)，它具备了卓越的效能、稳定性以及音效重制品质。藉由AMD64技术获得世界顶尖艺人与制作人所采用，更进一步凸显了专业数字录音市场成长的趋势。
Knopfler表示，当初要把Shangri-La的原始模拟录音转换成数字音效时，我决定采用内建AMD Opteron处理器的系统来执行Nuendo，并用96kHz的录音品质，为的就是维持所有原始录音的音质。我在伦敦的British Grove工作室中也是选用AMD的处理器来执行Nuendo系统，以补足模拟机器的功能。
Knopfler是享有世界级声誉的吉他演奏者、作曲家，他并且带领摇滚乐团Dire Straits创造出多白金的销售成绩。随着险峻海峡乐团首张专辑的发行，Knopfler独特的吉他音色及让人印象深刻的风格重新界定了摇滚吉他英雄的地位。他的独奏专辑也持续热卖了数百万张。这张新专辑便是在加州Malibu的香格里拉工作室录制而成。
Chuck Ainlay表示，我非常以这张专辑为荣，AMD64工作站以及搭配之Nuendo完整的将Mark的风格与艺术精髓捕捉下来。这套是我所用过最棒的录音装置，无论是在速度、弹性、稳定性方面都有极佳的声音表现。
除了数字录音工作站外，AMD64技术也应用在桌上型与笔记型电脑中，它可让所有艺人拥有像音乐大师Mark Knopfler所拥有的功能。
[专辑歌词]
<5.15 a.m.>
5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
the churchyard packed
with mining dead
then beneath the bridge
he comes to a giant car
a shroud of snow upon the roof
a mark ten jaguar
he thought the man was fast asleep
silent, still and deep
both dead and cold
shot through
with bullet holes
the one armed bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
put your money in
pull the levers
watch them spin
cash cows in all the pubs
but he preferred the new nightclubs
nineteen sixty-seven
bandit men in birdcage heaven
la dolce vita, sixty-nine
all new to people of the tyne
who knows who did what
somebody made a call
they said his hands
were in the pot
that he’d been skimming hauls
he picks up the swag
they gaily gave away
drives his giant jag
off to his big pay day
the bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
the bandit man
came up the great north road
up to geordieland
to mine
the mother lode
seams blew up or cracked
black diamonds came hard won
generations toiled and hacked
for a pittance and black lung
crushed by tub or stone
together
and alone
how the young and old
paid the price of coal
eighteen sixty-seven
my angel’s gone to heaven
he’ll be happy there
sunlight and sweet clean air
they gather round the glass
tough hewers and crutters
child trappers and putters
the little foals and half-marrows
who pushed
and pulled the barrows
the hod boys
and the rolleywaymen
5.15 a.m.
<boom, like that >
i’m going to san bernardino
ring-a-ding-ding
milkshake mixers
that’s my thing, now
these guys bought
a heap of my stuff
and i gotta see a good thing
sure enough, now
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, yeah
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
the folks line up
all down the street
and i’m seeing this girl
devour her meat, now
and then i get it, wham
as clear as day
my pulse begins to hammer
and i hear a voice say:
these boys have
got this down
oughtta be a one of these
in every town
these boys have
got the touch
it’s clean as a whistle
and it don’t cost much
wham, bam
you don’t wait long
shake, fries
patty, you’re gone
and how about that
friendly name?
heck, every little thing
oughtta stay the same
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
you gentlemen
ought to expand
you’re going to need
a helping hand, now
so, gentlemen
well, what about me?
we’ll make a little
business history, now
or my name’s not kroc
call me ray
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
well we build it up
and i buy ‘em out
but, man they made me
grind it out, now
they open up a new place
flipping meat
so i do, too
right across the street
i got the name
i need the town
they sell up in the end
and it all shuts down
sometimes you gotta
be an s.o.b.
you wanna make a dream
reality
competition?
send ‘em south
if they’re gonna drown
put a hose in their mouth
do not pass ‘go’
go straight to hell
i smell that
meat hook smell
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
<su cker row >
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s minding the store?
shake it up sell some beer
what’s your
money maker for?
pay day
we’re packin’ ‘em in
six-gun annie
and buffalo jill
but who’s to say
they’ll be back again
for a refill?
honey, you know the drill
ain’t no left turn
down sleepy time street
you gotta be fast
but you gotta stay loose
thinking
on your feet
slick as grass
through a goose
we gotta
rationalise
the payroll
is giving me chills
you and me’s
getting organised
it’s kill or be killed
honey, you know the drill
well they can all look down
on su cker row
but they all forget
the tallest trees
from acorns grow
though they ain’t yet
i never look down
on a su cker stake
they all pay the bills
i never gave a su cker
an even break
and i never will
a beautiful vision
keeps coming to me
i see
a miracle mile
flying in
for free
service
with a smile
high rollers
fancy hotels
big time singers
topping the bill
you gotta have a feel
for the stuff that sells
call it a skill
honey, you know the drill
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s
minding the store?
shake it up
sell some beer
money walking
through the door
annie’s arriving
at a dangerous age
don’t you
go getting ill
get another woman
up in the cage
who ain’t over the hill
honey, you know the drill
<the trawlerman’s song >
we’re taking on water
diesel and stores
laying up awhile
before i’m back on board
they’re patching her up
to go fishing again
they’re welding her rudder
scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly
need time to heal
in the dock
with the trawlermen
i know all the people
there’s nobody new
soon we’ll be leaving
with the same old crew
on the green water
the tumbling sea
they ain’t running
like the good old days
time’s just slipping
down the old slipways
in the dock
so dear to me
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock
i could use a layoff
getting my strength back
but there’s a loan to pay off
and a few skipjack
so it’s a turnaround
back in the southerly wind
pirates coming in
to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky
with a profit in the hold
in the dock
when we come in
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock
<back to tupelo >
around the time of ‘clambake’
movie number twenty-five
you and the lying dutchman
are still in overdrive
you’re as strong as when you started
mississippi in your soul
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll
it isn’t just the records
no, you must have hollywood
the songs alone are not enough
that much is understood
you’ll soon be back in memphis
maybe then you’ll know what to do
the storylines they’re giving you
are just not ringing true
oh, it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo
when you’re young and beautiful
your dreams are all ideals
later on it’s not the same
lord, everything is real
sixteen hundred miles of highway
roll back to the truth
and a song to give your mother
in your first recording booth
around the time of ‘clambake’
that old dream’s still rolling on
sometimes there’ll be the feeling
things are going wrong
the morning star is fading
lord, the mississippi’s cold
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll
but it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo
<our shangri-la >
it’s the end of a perfect day
for surfer boys and girls
the sun’s dropping down in the bay
and falling off the world
there’s a diamond in the sky
our evening star
in our shangri-la
get that fire burning strong
right here and right now
it’s here and then it’s gone
there’s no secret, anyhow
we may never love again
to the music of guitars
in our shangri-la
tonight your beauty burns
into my memory
the wheel of heaven turns
above us endlessly
this is all the heaven we’ve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la
this is all the heaven we’ve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la
<everybody pays >
i got shot off my horse
so what? i’m up again
and playing
in one of these
big saloons on main
you can come up here
take a look
around these sinners’ dens
you’re only ever going to find
one or two real games
nobody’s driving
me underground
not yet anyway
but either on the strip
or on the edge of town
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
yeah, you ought to stay
right where you are
in sawdust land
it’s probably the
safest place to be
with your
greasy little pork pies
and your shoestring hands
it makes
no difference to me
all those directions
which we never took
to go our different ways
who went and wrote
the oldest story in the book?
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
curl up inside
a boxcar dream
and disappear
with a couple
low roller friends
you were never one
for trouble
so get out of here
i knew the game
was dangerous back then
but nobody’s breezing
through these swinging doors
just ups and walks away
everybody has to leave
some blood here on the floor
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
<song for sonny liston>
so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
well he hung with the hoods
he wouldn’t stroke the fans
but he had dynamite
in both his hands
boom bam
like the slammer door
the bell and the can
and the bodies on the floor
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
the writers didn’t like him
the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers
and his hands like rocks
they didn’t want to have
a bogey man
they didn’t like him
and he didn’t like them
black cadillac
alligator boots
money in the pockets
of his sharkskin suits
some say the bear
took a flop
they couldn’t believe it
when they saw him drop
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
joe louis was his hero
he tried to be the same
but a criminal child
wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people
didn’t want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops
wouldn’t leave him alone
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed
with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins
and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation
as such
he hated needles
but he knew too much
criss-crossed
on his back
scars from his daddy
like slavery tracks
the second-last child
was the second-last king
never again was it the same
in the ring
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
they never could be sure
about the day he was born
a motherless child
set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure
about the day he died
the bear was the king
they cast aside
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
<whoop de doo >
if i’m over the moon
it’s because i’m over you
a day at a time
and i’m tickety-boo
i don’t carry on
the way i used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
if i’m doing great
it’s because when i get home
i don’t go straight
to my answerphone
and the tears don’t come
the way they used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
so many little things
are so much better now
they were only the little things
anyhow
if i’m over the moon
it’s because that’s what i am
funny that once
i used to give a damn
and i’d do anything
in the whole wide world for you
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
anything
anything you’d want me to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
<postcards from paraguay >
one thing was leading to the next
i bit off more than i could chew
i had the power to sign the cheques
it wasn’t difficult to do
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
i robbed a bank full of dinero
a great big mountain of dough
so it was goodbye companero
and cheerio
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
i never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
i had to steal from peter
to pay what i owed to paul
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
<all that matters >
my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling boy
my darling boy
all of my sunshine
and all of my joy
you’re all that matters
all that matters
well, i can’t stop the pain
when it calls
i’m a man
and i can’t stop the rain
when it falls, my darling
who can?
my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling friend
my darling friend
all we’ve got going
is love in the end
it’s all that matters
all that matters
<stand up guy >
brew the coffee in a bucket
double straight man and banjo
if you don’t got the snake oil
buster, you don’t got a show
who puts the doh-re-me
in our pockets
keeps the party going on?
it’s the man
who sells the potions
i’m just one who plays the songs
now they generally buys
the bigger size
they usually rub it in
i drank it once, it tasted
like grease and paraffin
it’s mostly alcohol, okay
you can’t deny it’s strong
we was going through the motions
‘til the doctor came along
there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
when the monkeyshine is flying
and he’s promising the cure
he says the french
for your lovesick blues
la maladie d’amour
he gets the chumps all laughing
but he gets a few to buy
here’s to beefsteak
when you’re hungry
and whiskey when you’re dry
now the band’ll blow their moolah
like sailors gone ashore
now we’re going to west helena
to gamble, drink and whore
let’s you and me
all make whoopee
here’s mud in your eye
here’s to all the gals you ever want
and heaven when you die
there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
there’s a big cheese with a cigar
been sizing up the show
he wants to get the doctor
pitching on the radio
i will make a switch to guitar
but the rules all still apply
they want to trust somebody
yeah, they want a stand up guy
there stands the bottle
here’s to absent friends
all these bottles
dead soldiers in the end
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
to the doctor
a stand up guy
<donegan’s gone>
donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
play that big grand coulee dam
nobody loves like an irishman
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
lord, i’m just a rolling stone
rock my soul i wanna go home
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
stackalee and a gamblin’ man
rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
donegan’s gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
time just goes on rolling by
lord, i feel like i could cry
gone, lonnie donegan
donegan’s gone
<don’t crash the ambulance >
don’t often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these keys are for
now my tour of duty’s done
you got to know the switches
now you got your turn
watch and learn, junior
watch and learn
now you will get your
trouble spots
here’s one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
by the you-know-whats
very funny, you don’t say
the big enchilada
stealing elections
had to go down there
trash collection
got his cojones
on my desk in there
made into a souvenir
set of cufflinks, nice pair
the rest of him’s
someplace up here
sometimes you got to
put a shoulder to the door
not so fast, junior
listen to your pa
here, son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
whatever you do
what we have here’s
a dung hole place
thought it was fly shit
on the map
fat bastard, ugly face
and the personal crap
you can’t move the barriers
you can’t mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
fancy dress
medals chest
it’s all in here
for all the gigs
gas mask
bullet-proof vest
all the usual rigs
there’ll be things they missed
they didn’t mention
you’ve even
got a whistle in there
for attracting attention
well, i think you’re gonna
be okay, son
you’ve had the tour, i guess
these two buttons
by the way
this one i hope
you never press
some holy fool, just watch
who’s not like you or me
that one’s the whole
shooting match
right there
it’s the whole shitaree
we don’t forget
who put us here, jack
that’s page one
we talk soft
but carry a big stick
and pack the biggest gun
we don’t like accidents
major or minor
you don’t want yourself
an incident
don’t ever invade china
here, son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
here, son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
whatever you do
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