One of my all time favorite songs, that goes way back to my high school years, and first heard on short waves radio, listening to Radio Free Europe. Mark Knopfler wrote the song while listening to a mediocre jazz band playing into a deserted Ipswich pub. At the end of their performance, the lead singer comes up to the microphone and announces that they were the “Sultans of Swing”. Good thing Mark was paying attention. I hope they got a bit of credit for that.
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 blowin’ Dixie, double-four time.
You feel alright when you hear that music play.
You step inside, but you don’t see too many faces.
Comin’ in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
Competition in other places…
But the horns, they blowin’ that sound.
Way on down south,
Way on down south, London-town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords.
But it’s strictly rhythm; he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing.
If any 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,
With the Sultans of Swing