Song Review, “Walk Of Life” by Dire Straits

Song Review, “Walk Of Life” by Dire Straits

Sounds can become layers, but I’m not sure if the same sounds are their own one layer.  A musician must live in a habitat that’s special and desired until there’s an end, so sounds follow with his or her pursuits.  It’s true that instruments play in part because of Earth’s weather, although I’d have to consider musicians with their daily routines as well as their vacations.  Musicians rest and play so well, since goals are a matter of proclamations and livelihood, and slogans can be collections of memes like “Walk Of Life” that contain pressure from so many artist feelings.  While it’s true that a feeling can be a bad association of ideas, thinking is not everything.  Dire Straits’ vague perceptions are interesting and stimulate our imagination about beats in relation to cultural clues over golden oldies and “turning all the night time into the day.”  I’m not sure if all the keys can be revolved around a single layer of music as they can several layers of music; the song itself is an interpretation of decades of music, so sounds themselves can become great memes if they’re continuously passed down by musicians and listeners.  “Walk Of Life” is open for interpretation because the 20^th century of music was lived for by millions of musicians and listeners, and thus art is more like a proclamation of life rather than its exact description.  If some Amazon reviewers give this song four stars and think that two and two make four, I’d tell them that mathematics is collections of memes like songs and that cultures just have to begin somewhere.  Just Dire Straits’ place in history can be like time itself, and the layers of music from “Walk Of Life” nourish out of their creative nature to shake up the boundless definitions of music until our ears drip with the healthy, vivid tunes.  The song’s layers of music are definitely not built up like a planet so much as a dream, and they’re constantly serving up Dire Straits’ cognizance of music society when they’re refining the beats to suit their individual perfection of song estimates.  A singer’s woo is an abstraction of typical animal roars, so memes about dedication and devotion can be special abstractions rather than just mere acceptances.  Due to this observation, poetry must be at least one abstraction.  Mark Knopfler really digs Johnny!  It’s probably confusing to talk about feelings apart from descriptions for the same reason that a musician is often feeling after given descriptions.  “Walk Of Life” is designed with magnificent echoes, at least metaphorically, and the vague sound levels ramp up on the song’s own composition as though they slightly stick to hard substances such as the loudest voices and the gluey arrangement of cultural memes.  Of course, listeners can stipulate what kind of progress lives with a song if they actually describe in their heads the emotions possible and impossible before going on to feel it.  Dire Straits is a present of golden thunder which rocks the sparks after settling down slightly with the peaceful storms, and “Walk Of Life” is a popular example of theories in practice from creativity.