Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basil, artist - Mark Knopfler. Date of issue: 08.03.2015
Song language: English
Basil |
| My Saturday job pays six and six down |
| A copy boy at the Chronicle |
| Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns |
| Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town |
| Boy, do we get around |
| Basil sits there on the table for subs |
| But not a part of the Bri-nylon club |
| Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job |
| Bored out of his mind |
| With the Colins and Bobs |
| I’m a jack and a lad |
| And I’m up for the world |
| And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl |
| He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell |
| Poets have to eat as well |
| What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today |
| To have time to think about time |
| And young love thrown away |
| Starlings swarming |
| A cloud over Grainger Street |
| Over the black church |
| Over the Black Gate |
| And the shadowy Keep |
| He peers through his wire rims |
| At the fish and chip words |
| He’s supposed to dish up and forget |
| His drudgery now has become slightly blurred |
| By one of his Players untipped cigarettes |
| Bury all joy |
| Put the poems in sacks |
| And bury me here with the hacks |
| In the summer the fair |
| Will stretch over the Moor |
| Lovers will lie and make out in the park |
| Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf |
| And goes out into the dark |