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Portobello Belle lyrics
Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like
Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend to depend upon the chime it plays
They're all in the station praying for trains
Congregation late again
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He's crazy lion howling for a fight
Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there's hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home
Then she's reading about a swing to the right
But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions tonight
What happened to the lions
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on Communiqué
- 6 Angel Of Mercy
- 8 Single-Handed Sailor
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- Track 3 on Money for Nothing
- 2 Down To The Waterline
- 2 Love Over Gold
- 4 Twisting By The Pool
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- Track 5 on The Ultimate Best of Dire Straits
- 4 Heavy Fuel
- 6 Setting Me Up
- 6 Scitting Me Up
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