Lyrics Basil.lrc Mark Knopfler
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[ar: Mark Knopfler]
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[ti: Basil]
[length: 05:45]
[00:01.14]My Saturday job pays six and six down
[00:25.00]A copy boy at the Chronicle
[00:30.82]Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
[00:38.43]Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
[00:45.74]Boy, do we get around
[00:50.74]Basil sits there on the table for subs
[01:01.51]But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
[01:09.26]Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
[01:15.49]Bored out of his mind
[01:17.96]With the Colins and Bobs
[01:20.99]I’m a jack and a lad
[01:25.67]And I’m up for the world
[01:29.55]And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
[01:35.68]He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
[01:48.84]Poets have to eat as well
[01:54.72]What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today
[02:00.82]To have time to think about time
[02:06.88]And young love thrown away
[02:12.77]I’m a jack and a lad
[02:17.54]And I’m up for the world
[02:23.46]And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
[02:28.55]Starlings swarming
[02:35.74]A cloud over Grainger Street
[02:41.61]Over the black church
[02:48.66]Over the Black Gate
[02:53.41]And the shadowy Keep
[02:58.27]He peers through his wire rims
[03:20.63]At the fish and chip words
[03:25.08]He’s supposed to dish up and forget
[03:29.81]His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
[03:35.94]By one of his Players untipped cigarettes
[03:42.42]Bury all joy
[03:46.41]Put the poems in sacks
[03:52.56]And bury me here with the hacks
[03:59.56]In the summer the fair
[04:12.95]Will stretch over the Moor
[04:17.71]Lovers will lie and make out in the park
[04:23.47]Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf
[04:31.43]And goes out into the dark
[04:37.99]Year of Release: 2015