what it is
Dire Straits Lyrics


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The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air

Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into

And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down

The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone

And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you

And it's what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now

There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell

And it's what it is
It's what it is now




Oh it's what it is
What it is now

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Dire Straits's song "What It Is" paint a vivid picture of a busy, bustling town full of people looking for love, companionship, warmth, and sustenance. There is a palpable sense of energy in the air, as the drinking dens spill out onto the streets, and lads and lasses stumble about. The mood is both joyful and melancholy, as people curse the government for their problems, but find solace in the companionship of others. The singer observes all of this from a distance, looking down from above on the streets and the people below.


As the song progresses, the singer's perspective shifts, and we are transported back in time to the ancient citadel that overlooks the town. Here there are ghosts and ancient stones, and a Scottish piper standing alone on the parapet, playing highland drums. The mood shifts again, and we are back in the present, on Charlotte Street, where the singer takes a walking stick from his hotel and thinks of the ghosts of the past, such as Dirty Dick and Little Nell. Through it all, the refrain of "it's what it is" reminds us that despite all the changes and shifts in perspective, there is a sense of inevitability to it all.


Overall, "What It Is" is a powerful commentary on the human condition, and the way in which people seek out companionship and community in the midst of chaos and uncertainty. It's a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and that despite our differences, we are all in this together.


Line by Line Meaning

The drinking dens are spilling out
The bars and pubs are overflowing with people who are drinking and partying.


There's staggering in the square
People are swaying and stumbling around in the public square due to intoxication.


There's lads and lasses falling about
Young men and women are collapsing from excessive drinking and partying.


And a crackling in the air
There is an electric energy in the atmosphere due to the excitement and chaos of the partying crowd.


Down around the dungeon doors
Near the places where homeless people seek shelter and food.


The shelters and the queues
Homeless people are lining up for shelters to spend the night.


Everybody's looking for
Everyone is seeking something or someone to help them get through the night.


Somebody's arms to fall into
People need physical support and affection to feel safe and cared for.


And it's what it is
This is the reality of the situation.


It's what it is now
This is the present state of things.


There's frost on the graves and the monuments
The weather is cold and freezing, as evidenced by ice on graves and monuments.


But the taverns are warm in town
Despite the cold weather, the bars and pubs are warm and welcoming inside.


People curse the government
Individuals are expressing anger and frustration towards the government and its policies.


And shovel hot food down
People are eating their food quickly and hungrily to warm themselves from the cold weather.


The lights are out in city hall
The government buildings and offices are not illuminated at the moment.


The castle and the keep
The historical buildings and monuments are also not illuminated at night.


The moon shines down upon it all
The only light comes from the moon shining on the dark city streets.


The legless and asleep
Those who are unable to walk or move are sleeping on the cold streets.


And it's cold on the tollgate
The tollgate is freezing and exposed to the harsh elements.


With the wagons creeping through
The slow-moving wagons are barely making their way through the icy tollgate.


God knows what I could do with you
I am uncertain of how I could be of help to you in this situation.


The garrison sleeps in the citadel
The soldiers are sleeping in the fortress.


With the ghosts and the ancient stones
The presence of ghosts and ancient stones contributes to the eerie and supernatural energy of the citadel.


High up on the parapet
A piper is playing high on the wall of the fortress.


A Scottish piper stands alone
A lone Scottish musician is playing traditional music on the walls of the citadel.


And high on the wind
The music is carried on the wind, heightening the ethereal feel of the moment.


The highland drums begin to roll
The traditional highland drums are being played, adding to the powerful music in the air.


And something from the past just comes
Memories of the past are evoked by the music and atmosphere in the citadel.


And stares into my soul
The music and memories have a deep emotional impact on my inner self.


With the Caledonian blues
The Scottish atmosphere and music create a feeling of nostalgia and longing.


There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
Small lights can be seen in the distance, indicating the presence of civilization and hope.


There's a lantern in the tower
A lantern is providing light in a nearby tower.


Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
A reference to a children's nursery rhyme about a boy with a candle who checks on sleeping children.


Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
The creative process does not stop, even in the early hours of the morning.


On Charlotte Street I take
Walking down Charlotte street.


A walking stick from my hotel
Taking a walking stick from the hotel for support.


The ghost of Dirty Dick
The spirit of a notorious figure named Dirty Dick is still believed to roam the streets of London.


Is still in search of Little Nell
Dirty Dick is searching for a young girl named Little Nell, who he is said to have befriended in life.


Oh it's what it is
This is simply the way things are.


What it is now
This is the current reality.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARK KNOPFLER

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@maxg2799

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now
There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee willie winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street
I take A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of little nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh, it's what it is
What it is now



All comments from YouTube:

@MauricioSilva-ez9mb

THE YOUNG PEOPLE OF TODAY WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MUSIC LIKE THIS WHO LIVED THIS TIME LIVED.

@wolver999

Music never die

@CameraGbrasileirosemportugal

I agree.

@tomkelly3896

So true

@RazyLex

There is no words to describe Mark. Greatest guitarist in my opinion.

@dougpast2002

There has been a great amount of serenity and tranquility that has always come from Mark Knopfler's and Dire Straits music of the ages. His picking away and longer tangents of guitar solo playing is never heard of anymore from bands.

@florencewagner2123

Oh... how you make your guitar weep, Mark! This is music from heaven.

@thespiritroom19

This is one of the best song ever written.

@karimpaulrifaat3443

Tous simplement c'est curieux ❤

@lukeo.1863

I might argue the best; depending on the day lol

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