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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick He never smiles, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. D. And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. Will it be poison put in my glass Will it be slow or will it be fast? The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night Hiding in a corner in New York City Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. One night I was dancin' with a lady in black Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones The eyes in her skull was burning like coals Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone I was dancin' with Mrs. D. Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Went out walkin' through the wood the other day
And the world was a carpet laid before me The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange And it seemed about a hundred years ago Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate Just gazin' at some dragon in the sky What tender days, we had no secrets hid away Well, it seemed about a hundred years ago Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles Living out a dream of what they was Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up? Wend out walkin' through the wood the other day Can't you see the furrows in my forehead? What tender days, we had no secrets hid away Now it seems about a hundred years ago Now if you see me drinkin' bad red wine Don't worry 'bout this man that you love Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up? You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you And please excuse me while I hide away Call me lazy bones Ain't got no time to waste away Lazy bones ain't got no time to waste away Don't you think it's just about time to hide away? Yeah, yeah! |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Coming down again,
coming down again Coming down again, coming down again Share your thoughts, there's nothing you can hide She was dying to survive I was caught, oh, taken for a ride She was showing no surprise Coming down again, coming down again Where are all my friends, coming down again Coming down again, coming down again On the ground again, coming down again Slipped my tongue in someone else's pie Tasting better ev'ry time She turned green and tried to make me cry Being hungry it ain't no crime Coming down again, coming down again All my time's been spent, coming down again |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Angie, angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, angie, where will it lead us from here? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But angie, angie, you cant say we never tried Angie, youre beautiful, but aint it time we said good-bye? Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried? All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear: Angie, angie, where will it lead us from here? Oh, angie, dont you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But angie, angie, aint it time we said good-bye? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But angie, I still love you, baby Evrywhere I look I see your eyes There aint a woman that comes close to you Come on baby, dry your eyes But angie, angie, aint it good to be alive? Angie, angie, they cant say we never tried |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Silver train is a comin'
Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah Silver train is a comin' Think I wanna get on now, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Silver rain is a fallin' Fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah Silver rain is a fallin', fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah, oh,yeah And I did not know her name And I did not know here name But I sure love the way that she laughed and took my money And I did not know here name And I did not know her name But I sure loved the way that she laughed and called me Honey Silver rain is a fallin' Fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah Silver belles is a ringin' Ringin' all around my house, ding, dong, oh, yeah And I did not know her name And I did not know here name But I sure loved the way that she laughed and took my money And I did not know her name And I did not know her name But I sure loved the way that she laughed and called me Honey I'm going home on a south bound train with a song in my mouth I'm going home on a south bound train with a song in my mouth Silver train is a runnin' Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah Silver train is a comin' Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah And I did not know her name And I did not know here name But I sure loved the way that she laughed and took my money And I did not know her name And I did not know her name But I sure loved the way that she laughed and called me Honey Silver train is a comin' Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah Silver train is a comin' Think I'm gonna get on board, oh, yeah |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I'm fallin' on the ground How do you hide, how do you hide your love? Now look here, baby, it sure looks sweet In the sleep time, out in the street Why do you hide, why do you hide your love? Why do you hide, baby, why do you hide your love? Oh, been a sick man, I wanna cry Lord, I'm a drunk man, but now I'm dry Why do you hide, why do you hide your love? Now look here, baby, you sure look cheap I make money seven days a week Why do you hide, why do you hide your love? Why do you hide, baby, hide from the man that you love? Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Oh, babe, I'm reachin', reachin' high Oh, yeah, I'm fallin' out of the sky Why do you hide, hide from the man that you love? Why do you hide, baby, why do you hide your love? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Why do you hide, why do you hide your love? Why do you hide it, baby, hide from the man that you love That you love? Well, well, well, well |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
And it sure been a cold, cold winter
And the wind ain't been blowin' from the south It's sure been a cold, cold winter And a lotta love is all burned out It sure been a hard, hard winter My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground And I hope it's gonna be a long, hot summer And a lotta love will be burnin' bright And I wish I been out in California When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle And the restoration plays have all gone 'round It sure been a cold, cold winter My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground And the fields has all been brown and fallow And the springtime take a long way around Yeah, and I wish I been out in Stone Canyon When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle And the restoration plays have all gone 'round Sometimes I think about you, baby Sometimes I cry about you Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you Sometimes I wanna keep you warm Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you Sometimes I wanna but I can't afford you |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep? Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys Alright now Hear me ringing big bell tolls Hear me singing soft and low I've been begging on my knees I've been kickin', help me please Hear me prowlin' I'm gonna take you down Hear me growlin' Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now Hear me howlin' And all, all around your street now Hear me knockin' And all, all around your town |
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from The Rolling Stones 14집 - Goats Head Soup (1973)
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City Where you do belong Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to Fun City, girl I'm gonna make you scream all night Honey, honey, call me on the telephone I know you're movin' out to Hollywood With your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine Got to get you in their books And lead guitars and movie stars Get their tongues beneath your hood Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's Now that's what I call obscene Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute I bet you keep your pussy clean Honey, I miss your two tone kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to New York, girl Gonna make you scream all night Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you For givin' head to Steve McQueen Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair Fallin' through the Silver Screen Honey, I'm open to anything I don't know where to draw the line Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get John Wayne before he dies Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yes you are A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
I hear you talking when I'm on the street,
Your mouth don't move but I can hear you speak. What's the matter with the boy? He don't come around no more, Is he checking out for sure? Is he gonna close the door on me? I'm always hearing voices on the street, I want to shout, but I can't hardly speak. I was making love last night To a dancer friend of mine. I can't seem to stay in step, 'Cause she come ev'ry time that she pirouettes over me. And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping. I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed. Plug in, flush out and fire the fuckin' feed. Heading for the overload, Splattered on the dirty road, Kick me like you've kicked before, I can't even feel the pain no more. But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, (only get them off) I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping. (only get them off) Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene. Its all mesmerized all that inside me. The sunshine bores the daylights out of me. Chasing shadows moonlight mystery. Headed for the overload, Splattered on the dirty road, Kick me like you've kicked before, I can't even feel the pain no more. But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming (only get them off, get them off), I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping (only get them off, get them off). |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Mama says yes, Papa says no,
Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go. I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall, Drive myself right over the wall. Rip this joint, gonna save your soul, Round and round and round we go. Roll this joint, gonna get down low, Start my starter, gonna stop the show. Oh, yeah! Mister President, Mister Immigration Man, Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land. I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too, Short Fat Fanny is on the loose. Dig that sound on the radio, Then slip it right across into Buffalo. Dick and Pat in ole D.C., Well they're gonna hold some shit for me. Ying yang, you're my thing, Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing. Flip Flop, fit to drop, Come on baby, won't you let it rock? Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! From San Jose down to Santa Fe, Kiss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day. Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean, 'Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen. Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too, Some brand new steps and some weight to lose. Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low, Round and round and round we'll go. Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn. Little Rock fit to drop. Ah, let it rock. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
I wanna tell you 'bout a dance
that's goin' around everybody's doin' it from the grownups down Don't move your head don't move your hands don't move your lips just shake your hips Do the hip shake, babe do the hip shake, babe shake your hip, babe shake your hip, babe What you don't know don't be afraid just listen to me and do what I say Don't move your head don't move your hands don't move your lips just shake your hips Do the hip shake, babe do the hip shake, babe shake your hip, babe shake your hip, babe well ain't that easy Well, I met a little girl in a country town she said, "What do you know there's Slim Harpo!" Didn't move her head didn't move her hands didn't move her lips just shook her hips Do the hip shake, babe do the hip shake, babe shake your hip, babe shake your hip, babe well ain't that easy |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
No good, can't speak, wound up, no sleep.
Sky diver insider her, skip rope, stunt flyer. Wounded lover, got no time on hand. One last cycle, thrill freak Uncle Sam. Pause for bus'ness, hope you'll understand. Judge and jury walk out hand in hand. Dietrich movies, close up boogies, Kissing cunt in Cannes. Grotesque music, million dollar sad. Got no tactics, got no time on hand. Left shoe shuffle, right shoe muffle, Sinking in the sand. Fade out freedom, steaming heat on, Watch that hat in black. Finger twitching, got no time on hand. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down, But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown. 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin' like I don't know how, But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', You know you know the duece is still wild. Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice. Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Don't you see the time flashin' by. Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider, You can be my partner in crime. But baby, I can't stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, Playin' the field ev'ry night. Baby, can't stay, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin') Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah) Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling) |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Wadin' through the waste stormy winter,
And there's not a friend to help you through. Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs, Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues. Thank you for your wine, California, Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits. Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed inside my shoe. But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia, Come on, honey child, I beg of you. Come on, come on down, you got it in ya. Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes. I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia, I want you come on, honey child, I beg of you. . I want you come on, honey child you got it in you. Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes. But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia, Come on, come on down, I beg of you. Come on, come on down, you got it in you. Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Hey let him follow you down,
Way underground wind and he's bound. Bound to follow you down, Just a dead beat right off the street. Bound to follow you down. Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos And dressing rooms filled with parasites. On stage the band has got problems, They're a bag of nerves on first nights. He ain't tied down to no home town, Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless. You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad, Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless. And his coat is torn and frayed, It's seen much better days. Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away, Let it steal your heart away. Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough, Yeah, and the codeine to fix it. Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies, Who's gonna help him to kick it Well his coat is torn and frayed, It`s seen much better days. Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away, Let it steal your heart away. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Got a sweet black angel,
Got a pin up girl, Got a sweet black angel, Up upon my wall. Well, she ain't no singer And she ain't no star, But she sure talk good, And she move so fast. But the gal in danger, Yeah, de gal in chains, But she keep on pushin', Would ya take her place? She countin' up de minutes, She countin' up de days, She's a sweet black angel, woh, Not a sweet black slave. Ten little niggers Sittin' on de wall, Her brothers been a fallin', Fallin' one by one. For a judge they murdered And a judge they stole, Now de judge he gonna judge her For all dat he's worth. Well de gal in danger, De gal in chains, But she keep on pushin' Would you do the same? She countin' up de minutes, She countin' up de days, She's a sweet black angel, Not a gun toting teacher, Not a Red lovin' school mom, Ain't someone gonna free her, Free de sweet black slave, Free de sweet black slave. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
I'm the man on the mountain, come on up.
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud. Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start. Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar. Give me little drink from your loving cup. Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk. I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun. I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none. Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight You if you want to push and pull with me all night. Give me little drink from you loving cup. Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk. I feel so humble with you tonight, Just sitting in front of the fire. See your face dancing in the flame, Feel your mouth kissing me again, What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz, What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz. Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz. Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn, But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn. Give me little drink from your loving cup. Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants. Never made a school mama happy, Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Always took candy from strangers, Didn't wanna get me no trade. Never want to be like papa, Working for the boss ev'ry night and day. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy. Baby, won't ya keep me happy. Baby, please keep me I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Never got a flash out of cocktails, When I got some flesh off the bone. Never got a lift out of Lear jets, When I can fly way back home. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand. Begged, promised anything if only you would stay, Well, I lost a lot of love over you. Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants, But you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands. Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease, Well, I lost a lot of lover over you. I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark; Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks. Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you'd never been, I lost a lot of love over you. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break. Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream, You feel like murder in the first degree. Ain't nobody slowing down no way, Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator, Don't matter where you are, Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator. When you're trapped and circled with no second chances, Your code of living is your gun in hand. We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words, Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn. Ev'rybody walking 'round, Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator. Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator. What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? Gonna fight it, gonna fight it? |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
That's all right, that's all right,
that's all right. Sometimes you feel like trouble, sometimes you feel down. Let this music relax you mind, let this music relax you mind. Stand up and be counted, can't get a witness. Sometimes you need somebody, if you have somebody to love. Sometimes you ain't got nobody and you want somebody to love. Then you don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm
And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two. Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to, Some things, well, I can't refuse, One of them, one of them the bedroom blues. She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line, But take the shine right off you shoes, Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues. Oo... In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck. Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight. Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger, Some face you'll never see no more. Let it all come down tonight. Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Yeah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line.
Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line. Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line. Oh, hear the children crying all down the line. (All down the line.) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah. (All down the line.) And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah. (All down the line.) Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no, Just be right there when the whistle blows. I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now. Yeah, all the people singing all down the line. Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. (All down the line.) (All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle yeah. (All down the line.) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah. (All down the line.) I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while. Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles. (All down the line.) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah. All down the line, We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah. Well you can't say yes, and you can't say no, Just be right there when the whistle blows. I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now. Be my little baby for a while. Won't you be my little baby for a while? |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty mama start breaking down on me. Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, Gonna make you lose your mind. You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown, You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down. Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind. I love my baby ninety nine degrees, But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me. Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind. Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street Some pretty woman start breaking down on me. Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby, Gonna make you lose your mind. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine
With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye. Oh, couldn't see to get a line on you, my sweet honey love. Berber jew'lry jangling down the street, Making bloodshot eyes at ev'ry woman that you meet. Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love. May the good Lord shine a light on you, Make every song (you sing) your favorite tune. May the good Lord shine a light on you, Warm like the evening sun. When you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn. Just seemed too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off. Angels beating all their wings in time, With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes. Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you, Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now. May the good Lord shine a light on you, Make every song you sing your favorite tune. May the good Lord shine a light on you, Warm like the evening sun. |
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from The Rolling Stones 13집 - Exile on Main St. (1972)
When the waters is rough
The sailing is tough, I'll get drowned in your love. You've got a cut throat crew, I'm gonna sink under you, I got the bell bottom blues, It's gonna be the death of me. It's the graveyard watch, Running right on the rocks, I've taken all of the knocks. You ain't giving me no quarter. I'd rather drink sea water, I wish I'd never had brought you, It's gonna be the death of me. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor, Gonna be the death of me, It's gonna be the death of me. When you're flying your flags All my confidence sags, You got me packing my bags. I'll stowaway at sea, You make me mutiny, Where you are I won't be, You're gonna be the death of me. |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain But it′s all right now, in fact, it′s a gas! But it′s all right now, I′m Jumpin′ Jack Flash It′s a gas! Gas! Gas! I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag I was schooled with a strap right across my back But it′s all right now, in fact, it′s a gas! But it′s all right now, I′m Jumpin′ Jack Flash It′s a gas! Gas! Gas! I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread I was crowned with a spike right thru my head But it′s all right now, in fact, it′s a gas! But it′s all right now, I′m Jumpin′ Jack Flash It′s a gas! Gas! Gas! Jumpin′ Jack Flash, it′s a gas |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Oh, Carol
Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day Climb into my machine so we can groove on out I know some swinging little joint where we can jump and shout It's not too far back on the highway not so long a ride You park the car out in the open you can walk inside A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am 'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd Well you can't dance I know you would you could I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I've got to learn to dance If it takes me all night and day |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersberg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the Blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah What's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the Gods they made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadors Who get killed before they reached Bombay (Bombay is the word I found listed on all of the lyrics pages I found, but the actual lyric on the soundtrack sounds as if it has more syllables than that, to me - DA) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, baby guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis.
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder. 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. I played a divorcee in New York City. I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me with roses. She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. (Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues (Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
(We're gonna do one more, then we're gonna go)
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet boy 'cause summer's here, and the time is right For fighting in the street boy Well what can a poor boy do 'cept to sing for a rock and roll band 'cause this sleepy London town Is just no place for a street fighting man! Hey, said the time is right for palace revolution 'cause where I live the games they play Is compromise solution Well what can a poor boy do 'cept to sing for a rock and roll band 'cause this sleepy London town Is just no place for a street fighting man! (oh yeah) Hey, said my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the King I'll rail at all his servants Well what can a poor boy do 'cept to sing for a rock and roll band 'cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man! (Get down) |
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from Mick Taylor - Mick Taylor (1999)
You and your lady are the king and the queen
of the rock and roll circus, that's the best I've ever seen All your leather jackets and your faded jeans All you have left of your rock and roll dreams Whoa, put your leather jacket on though it's time to be movin' on You know your ladies like a movie star queen She's late for her mornings, never wakes upon her dreams I gave her love and I gave her my money I said "no thanks, I can't get hooked on ya honey" Put your leather jacket on know it's time to be movin' on You think you're funky and you think your so tough Sometimes you're disgusted, 'cause you just can't get enough Think your gonna go back to sunny California Ride the waves on the cool blue water Put your leather jacket on Whoa, yeah, put your leather jacket on All your leather jackets and your faded jeans All you have left of your rock and roll dreams Whoa, yeah, put your leather jacket on And you move through your world as if it was a dance You never keep your fortune, that you made in the south of France All your leather jackets and your faded jeans All you have left of your rock and roll dreams Put your leather jacket on Know it's time to be movin' on Whoa, yeah, put your leather jacket on Know it's time to be movin' on Whoa, yeah, put your leather jacket on All your leather jackets and your faded jeans All you have left of your rock and roll dreams |
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from Mick Taylor - Mick Taylor (1999)
I've been living in big hotels
hoping and praying for something else Only halfway through Louisiana on my way home to Alabama It gets lonely, you've idea Baby sometimes, I'm close to tears Only halfway through Louisiana on my way home to Alabama I've been living in big hotels hoping and praying for something else Only halfway through Louisiana on my way way home, to Alabama |
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from Mick Taylor - Mick Taylor (1999)
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It's part of the game To be cool and unaffected When I call and say That I want you And you're just the same Hide your joy, show no surprise When I call and say That I want you Baby I want you, and I love you more each day Baby I want you, and I love you more each day Loving you so long Where is the life that's been lost in the living Where is the love that's been lost in the giving Nights are so endless We're always too late for the mornings that follow Though we better come down and reach for tomorrow Baby I want you, and I love you more each day Baby I want you, and I love you more each day Loving you so long I play my guitar for you sweetly on this song You know I want you more each day Baby I want you, and I love you more each day Baby I want you, and I love you more each day Baby I want you Baby I need you Baby I want you Baby I need you |
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from Mick Taylor - Mick Taylor (1999)
Yeah, I got broken hands
Feel so loose and I feel so free, running so fast that you can't catch me Play the night like a dream machine, play my guitar 'cause I feel so mean Drivin' down the highway, trying to get ahead, and to shake the blues away Yeah, broken hands, I'm a broken man Ah baby, where are we, howling winds on a heavy sea Always think that you got it made I can never see you behind your shades Fools are around me, the devils inside So much craziness to exercise Lets get small and get some lovin' done This life's so hard, hit and run There's nothin happenin' here anyway If we sit around much longer we're gonna slide away mesmerizing, washed out eyes, users and losers, hypnotized I like music that sounds so sweet I like to dance, and move my feet When I hear such a heavy sound, come on baby, let's get down Drivin' down the highway, I'm just trying to get ahead, and to shake these blues away There's nothin' happenin' here anyway Yeah, broken hands, I'm down and out Gimme a smile, and I'll pull ya out Yeah, broken hands Yeah, broken hands, I'm a broken man Yeah, broken hands, I'm down and out Gimme a smile, and I'll pull ya out (oh baby, they can't catch me.......) |
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