About the song
Dire Straits, a band synonymous with the British rock scene of the late 70s and early 80s, released one of their most iconic tracks in 1978: “Sultans of Swing”. This song, with its catchy melody and Mark Knopfler’s distinctive guitar playing, has stood the test of time, becoming a staple in rock music playlists and a favorite among fans of all ages.
“Sultans of Swing” was inspired by Knopfler’s experiences playing in small, dimly lit pubs and clubs. The song paints a vivid picture of these venues, where musicians would often perform for meager pay and appreciative but often inebriated audiences. The title, “Sultans of Swing,” is a tongue-in-cheek reference to these musicians, who despite their humble circumstances, would often strive to bring a touch of grandeur and virtuosity to their performances.
The song’s opening guitar riff, a simple yet memorable melody, immediately sets the tone for the rest of the track. Knopfler’s vocals, delivered in a conversational style, add to the song’s intimate and personal feel. The lyrics, filled with vivid imagery and poetic language, paint a picture of the musicians’ lives and their unwavering passion for their craft.
“Sultans of Swing” is more than just a catchy song; it’s a testament to the power of music to connect with people on a deep emotional level. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal, and it continues to inspire musicians and fans alike. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Dire Straits or new to their music, “Sultans of Swing” is a must-listen.
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Lyrics
You get a shiver in the dark
It’s a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind, it’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
They said an 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
We’re the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playin’ band
It ain’t what they call Rock and Roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
“Goodnight, now it’s time to go home”
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
“We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing”