What It Is Lyrics
Knopfler is truly as much a folk mucisian as he is a rock star.
Songs like this "explain" why..
This song, I must conclude, is about Edinburgh. Numerous references (Tollgate, Caledonian Blues, Charlotte Street, the parapet [which refers to the Castle]). Also, nice Dickens reference (Dirty Dick in search of Little Nell). I think it's brilliantly atmospheric.
Just reading the lyrics out loud and not muffing them is a task! I love this song, in part because of the wonderful word pictures it paints. The tollgate, the moon shining down on the legless and asleep, Caledonian blues, on and on. A history recounted in a few minutes time. Clever, complicated and always so rich in meaning- wrapped up in a lovely melody. Class. Pure class.
I'm pretty certain that most of this song refers to Edinburgh, Scotland. Lots of drinking dens & taverns, graves and the monuments. There's the castle and the keep, and even tollgate. "...the ancient stones" refer to the Stone of Scone, the Scottish coronation stone that was broken in half and sits in Edinburgh Castle.
On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little Nell
Charlotte Street is near the Castle, in the Edinburgh New Town, and Dirty Dick's is pub near there.
I agree 100%. Saw Mark Knopfler live a few months after visiting Edinburgh, and I realized the connection. I think the production and feel on the album version really captures the feel of that city as well.
I agree 100%. Saw Mark Knopfler live a few months after visiting Edinburgh, and I realized the connection. I think the production and feel on the album version really captures the feel of that city as well.
The writer is observing the daily pettiness of human behavior, while the importance of solitude and loneliness are on his mind. On this particular night, people are not just eating, they're "shoveling food", getting drunk, complaining, as if they didn't have any real worries.
All the while, the writer is observing "frost on the graves" and people waiting in line at the homeless shelters and soup lines.
They are protected in the night by the garrison and the toll taker. But, the garrison is asleep watching over nothing but old ghosts, and the toll taker is cold and has someone on his mind.
It's modern times. Places change, but, people stay the same. The dungeon doors, the castle, the horse and wagons all suggest that people have been doing the same meaningless activities for hundreds of years. So, what's changed? Here, Knopfler hints at the Iron Hand from his final DS album.
A lone piper plays the national instrument of Scotland and sets the songs tone, as the writer is thinking about someone he's lost. His observances of a carefree society in the midst of loss and despair yields the answer, "It's what it is." There's people with small worries, and then there's him.
The highland drummer joins the piper as the wind blows stronger, triggering the writer to shiver and remember a person from his past. With the "ghosts and the ancient stones" previously mentioned, this "something from the past just comes and stares into my soul" is likely someone who has died.
A brief mention of the Scottish Blues is another hint that the writer is lamenting for someone he's lost.
In the wee small hours as the lantern's are about to burn out, the writer confesses that he's been up all night writing lyrics. In an instant, he's back out on the street searching. He's still amongst the ancients. He and the ghost of Nathaniel Bentley (nicknamed Dirty Dick after his refusal to bath for the remainder of his life, as he grieved the death of his fiancé on their wedding day in the late 1700's) are still in search of Little Nell. The writer is in search of his lost love, just as Bentley kept in search of his. Bentley never threw away their wedding cake, allowing it to decay on the dining room table. Bentley used to wait by his fiancé's grave for her return.
Knopfler purposely references Bentley, as he too in this song is still searching for those lost "arms to fall into".
For those who have lost someone dear to them, and are forced to observe the daily petty behavior of people, there is only but one thing to say in the end, "It is what it is". It's what it is, now.
@StevenPascali Fantastic take on this wonderful, soulful song.
@StevenPascali Fantastic take on this wonderful, soulful song.
@StevenPascali Wow, great interpretation. Will need to read that a couple more times. Thanks.
@StevenPascali Wow, great interpretation. Will need to read that a couple more times. Thanks.
@StevenPascali Great analysis and contribution, thanks!
@StevenPascali Great analysis and contribution, thanks!
I was interested in the line "the ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of little Nell", I didn´t really find out what it means, although I read Charles Dickens´ "Old curiosity shop"(not in English but in German)(great book) where Little Nell is the main charakter. Does anybody know what relation Charles Dickens had to Edinburgh, because I couldn´t find out yet.
Edinburugh was a fairly cultural city in Dickens time as to was London, part of the British Empires' greatest cities, it also attracted engineers, philosphers, doctors lawyers, etc and also novelist and romantics. C Dickens was one of them i'd imagine.
Edinburugh was a fairly cultural city in Dickens time as to was London, part of the British Empires' greatest cities, it also attracted engineers, philosphers, doctors lawyers, etc and also novelist and romantics. C Dickens was one of them i'd imagine.
The greatest Knopfler song ever. Simple as that! Love the fiddle with electric guitar combo, which Knopfler does so very well. Highly satisfying for the evocative lyrics and inimitable music.
The song mixes up the references to "Dirty Dick" and Little Nell, the latter a character in Dickens' The Old Curiosity Shop. "Dirty Dick" was a London ironmonger who went crazy when his fiancee, Nell, died the day before the wedding. There is a Dick Swiveller who looks for Little Nell. "Dirty Dick" may be looking for Nell, but not in the pages of Dickens' novel.
From the dramatic build of the opening drums to the exquisite Knopfler guitar work, to the wordsmithmanship of a genius, this song conjures the atmosphere of times and places of old. I'll be playing this song the next time I roam the grounds of Edinburgh. For some reason, the line " High on a parapet A Scottish piper stands alone" has always sent shivers up my spine. Probably my favorite line of any song ever............
Their is also the line "wee willie winkie with the candle stick/ still writin' songs in the wee wee hour" which is from some movie. I love the guitar solo.
Several years ago I was sitting in my baby daughters room at 3 am in the morning reading to her from a book of Nursery rhymes, when all of a sudden, I read the line in one of the poems that said "wee willie winkle with a candle stick still writing songs in the wee wee hours".
Several years ago I was sitting in my baby daughters room at 3 am in the morning reading to her from a book of Nursery rhymes, when all of a sudden, I read the line in one of the poems that said "wee willie winkle with a candle stick still writing songs in the wee wee hours".
It is just another reason in a long list of reasons why there is no one with the complete skills of MK.
It is just another reason in a long list of reasons why there is no one with the complete skills of MK.
From "The Real Mother Goose" book of nursery themes there is this:
From "The Real Mother Goose" book of nursery themes there is this:
"Wee willie Winkie Runs through the town Upstairs, downstairs In his nightgown, Rapping at the window, Crying at the lock, 'Are all the children in their beds, For now it's eight o'clock!' " and in the illustration he is a VERY young boy, barefoot, and holding a candle in a gold colored candlestick with a handle for index finger to go through and palm and thumb under the plate part just as they used in houses at night. I wish I knew who "Dirty Dick" as both names sound very Dickensian and I don't imagine...
"Wee willie Winkie Runs through the town Upstairs, downstairs In his nightgown, Rapping at the window, Crying at the lock, 'Are all the children in their beds, For now it's eight o'clock!' " and in the illustration he is a VERY young boy, barefoot, and holding a candle in a gold colored candlestick with a handle for index finger to go through and palm and thumb under the plate part just as they used in houses at night. I wish I knew who "Dirty Dick" as both names sound very Dickensian and I don't imagine Dirty Dick was sexually dirty but poor orphan no-bath dirty.