Shangri-la lançamento: 27 de setembro - 2004  Obs: Junto ao álbum virá um DVD bonus com ensaios, entrevistas e fotos feitas no estúdio Shangri-la. Também sairá (mas provavelmente só lá fora) em disco de vinil duplo,  em SACD 5.1 stereo, e em fita cassete. Faixas 1. 5.15 a.m. (5:54) 2. Boom, Like That (5:47) 3. Sucker Row (4:55) 4. The Trawlerman¹s Song (5:00) 5. Back To Tupelo (4:29) 6. Our Shangri-la (5:41) 7. Everybody Pays (5:23) 8. Song For Sonny Liston (5:07) 9. Whoop De Doo (3:49) 10. Postcards From Paraguay (4:05) 11. All That Matters (3:09) 12. Stand Up Guy (4:33) 13. Donegan¹s Gone  (3:00) 14. Don¹t Crash The Ambulance (5:06) Singles 1. Boom like That (album version) 2. Summe of Lover (inédita) 3. Who’s Your Baby Now, live from Massey Hall Informações Data de Lançamento: 27.09.2004 Gravação: Shangri-la Studios - Malibu, Los Angeles Gravado e Mixado por Chuck Ainlay  Engenheiro adicional: Guy Fletcher Engenheiro assistente: Rupert Coulson Masterizado: Bob Ludwig at Gateway mastering and dvd, maine  Mixagem: British grove studios, chiswick, London  Produção: Chuck Ainlay /  Mark Knopfler  All songs written by Mark Knopfler Músicos Mark Knopfler: vocals and guitars Richard Bennett: guitars Jim Cox: piano and organ Guy Fletcher: keyboards Glenn Worf: bass Chad Cromwell: drums paul franklin: pedal steel on ‘our shangri-la’ and ‘whoop de doo’   Letras 5.15 a.m.  snow laying all around  a collier cycles home from his night shift underground past the silent pub primary school, workingmens club  on the road from the pithead  the churchyard packed  with mining dead then beneath the bridge  he comes to a giant car  a shroud of snow upon the roof a mark ten jaguar he thought the man was fast asleep silent, still and deep both dead and cold shot through  with bullet holes the one armed bandit man came north to fill his boots came up from cockneyland  e-type jags and flashy suits put your money in  pull the levers watch them spin cash cows in all the pubs but he preferred the new nightclubs nineteen sixty-seven bandit men in birdcage heaven  la dolce vita, sixty-nine all new to people of the tyne who knows who did what  somebody made a call they said his hands  were in the pot that he’d been skimming hauls he picks up the swag they gaily gave away drives his giant jag  off to his big pay day the bandit man came north to fill his boots came up from cockneyland  e-type jags and flashy suits the bandit man came up the great north road up to geordieland to mine  the mother lode seams blew up or cracked black diamonds came hard won generations toiled and hacked  for a pittance and black lung crushed by tub or stone together  and alone how the young and old  paid the price of coal eighteen sixty-seven my angel’s gone to heaven he’ll be happy there sunlight and sweet clean air they gather round the glass  tough hewers and crutters child trappers and putters the little foals and half-marrows who pushed  and pulled the barrows the hod boys  and the rolleywaymen  5.15 a.m. BOOM LIKE THAT I'm going to San Bernardino Ridididin Milkshake mix is thus my thing now These guys bought a heap of my stuff And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now Folks line up all down the street now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now and then I get it WHAM as clear as day my pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say These boys have got this down ought to be one of these in every town These boys have got the touch It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much wham bam don't wait long, shake fries plenty of gum how about that friendly name, heck, every little thing gotta stay the same or my name is not Kroc, that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now  It's Dog eat dog, rat eat rat Kroc style - boom like that you gentlemen are to expand you're gonna need a helping hand now So gentlemen well what about me? we'll make a little business history now well we'll build it up and I'll buy him out the man they made me grind it out now they open up a new place flippin meat so I do too, right across the street I got the main I need town, sell em' in the end and it all shuts down Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B. you wanna make a dream reality competition sent em south, they're gonna drown or we're hosing em' out do not pass go go straight to hell I smell a lotta meat .....da smell or my name is not Kroc that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat now ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Kroc style - boom like that