Brothers in Arms
Dire Straits Lyrics


These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn to be
Brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

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Written by: Mark Knopfler

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ObsoleteOddity

Brings back memories of the old jukebox at my local, playing pool with long lost buddies.

Neil Mcgrory

Juke Box 👍❤️✌️

richard featherstone

No drinks on the table thank you ;)

Benny Hill

Night boat to ciro

Benny Hill

you never seenleft handed playeres

ObsoleteOddity

@narfle blah blah - gawd you must be boring at party. lol

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Catarina Silva

Adoro está música e já vai passando gerações ❤️

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Davy Shepherd

I am 32 years old now. I was merely 21 when I was deployed to Afghanistan. Next to me sat a younger boy none of us were men then, men know what they're doing, we didn't named Alex. He was only 19. Alex was an orphan, just another lost soul sent to fight for a country that never cared for neither him, neither any soul it sent to its doom. Alex and I began nervously talking and before the plane landed, we were inseparable. We became the closest of friends over the course of our time in Afghanistan, we had to learn to kill and accept death. It wasn't easy, nothing was, but at least, in the middle of all the crap that went on, we had formed a friendship, a friendship so strong I dare say it was almost a brotherhood. I loved Alex both as a friend and as the younger brother I never had -and apparently was never meant to have. I felt responsible for him, felt like I had to teach him things I didn't even know myself. Most of all I cared for that boy more than I cared for myself. Alex died 11 years ago today. He dove on an Afghan grenade, saving my life and 12 others. Born a zero and died a fucking hero. The word "hero" is the least I can say to describe him. But they didn't talk about him on tv, they didn't give him a medal and they just forgot about him. Just another lost soul never finding its way. I was sent home a little after all that. A taxi took me from the airport and took me back to my family. This is the first song that played on the taxi ride. Needless to say, I burst out crying right then and there. I had lost people in my life, but nothing hurt more than the loss of Alex. Thinking about it years later, I believe that this song playing on the radio was a signal from Alex up in the sky, telling me that he finally found his peace beside God, and telling me not to worry about him and go on with my life. Anyway, wherever you are, Alex, I miss you, my brother in arms...
RIP Alex 09/09/2010.

Ian Marsden

I am not your countryman. But I don't think that's important.
You gave Alex something he never had.
And for that you should be proud.
I won't tell you not to be sad. But I will tell you to live your life well. Like your friend would want you to.
Losing is hard but living is harder.
Be hard, be true and love.

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