Mark Freuder Knopfler OBE (born 12 August 1949) is a British guitarist, singer, songwriter, and record producer. He was the lead guitarist, singer and songwriter of the rock band Dire Straits from 1977 to 1988, and from 1990 to 1995. He pursued a solo career after the band dissolved, and is now an independent artist.
Knopfler was born in Glasgow, Scotland, and raised in Blyth, near Newcastle, England. After graduating from the University of Leeds and working for three years as a college lecturer, Knopfler co-founded Dire Straits with his younger brother, David Knopfler. The band recorded six albums, including Brothers in Arms (1985), one of the best-selling albums in history. After they disbanded in 1995, Knopfler began a solo career, and has produced nine solo albums.[1] He has composed and produced film scores for nine films, including Local Hero (1983), Cal (1984), The Princess Bride (1987), Wag the Dog (1997) and Altamira (2016).[2] He has produced albums for Tina Turner, Bob Dylan, and Randy Newman.
Described by Classic Rock as a virtuoso,[3] Knopfler is a fingerstyle guitarist and was ranked 27th on Rolling Stone's list of the "100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time".[4] With Dire Straits, Knopfler sold between 100 million and 120 million records.[5][6] A four-time Grammy Award winner, Knopfler is the recipient of the Edison Award, the Steiger Award and the Ivor Novello Award, as well as holding three honorary doctorate degrees in music from universities in the United Kingdom.[7][8] Knopfler was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of Dire Straits in 2018.[9]
On Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high Quiet and gray against the still of the sky They won't quit and lay down though the action has died They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side From the poisonous drains a vision appears New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here A big silver dome rising up into the dawn Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown A silver dawn steals over the docks A truck with no wheels up on cinder blocks Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum Scrap metal schemes are rusted over and done If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice They'll tell you the where you can turn, where you can go There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown From the Caning Town train I see a billboard high There's a big silver plane raising up into the sky And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day' Says six of those birds are bound for JFK If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silvertown Going down Silvertown Down in Silvertown
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