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Well, we all need someone we can lean on And if you want it, you can lean on me Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on And if you want it, you can lean on me She said, "My breasts, they will always be open Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me And there will always be a space in my parking lot When you need a little coke and sympathy" Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on And if you want it, baby, well you can dream on me Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on And if you want to, well you can cream on me I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement With that jaded, faded, junky nurse Oh what pleasant company We all need someone we can feed on And if you want it, well you can feed on me Take my arm, take my leg, oh baby don't you take my head Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me All over Ahh, get it on rider, get it on rider , get it on rider You can bleed all over me Get it on rider , get it on rider, get it on rider You can cum all over me |
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from The Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
I met a gin soaked barroom 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 Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues Strollin' on the boulevards of Paris As naked as the day that I will die The sailors they're so charming there in Paris But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind It's the Honky Tonk women Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues |
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from The Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
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 - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
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 - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg 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 generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats 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 Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats 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 - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg 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 generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats 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 Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats 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 - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg 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 generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats 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 Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats 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 - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg 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 generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats 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 Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats 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 - Sympathy For The Devil [remix] (2003)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg 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 generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats 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 Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats 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 Moonlight Mile (문라이트 마일) by Mark Isham [ost] (2002)
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold With a head full of snow With a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the nights pass slow Don't the nights pass slow The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad mad day on the road I am just living to be dying by your side But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes Gonna warm my bones Gonna warm my bones I got silence on my radio Let the air waves flow Let the air waves flow Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down you moonlight mile Let it go now, come on up babe Yeah, let it go now Yeah, flow now baby Yeah move on now yeah Yeah, I'm coming home 'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Down the road, down the road |
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from Austin Powers 3 (오스틴 파워 3) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2002)
I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you I've been hanging on the phone I've been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you Sometimes Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh Well, I've been haunted in my sleep You've been starring in my dreams Lord I miss you child I've been waiting in the hall Been waiting on your call When the phone rings It's just some friends of mine that say, "Hey, what's the matter man? We're gonna come around at twelve With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you. We're gonna bring a case of wine Hey, let's go mess and fool around You know, like we used to" Yeah, we're gonna do ??? You know we'll go mess and fool around Hey man, what's with you Yeah, you've been striked off for too long You know, girls would come and go Let it start because I say I ain't be staying too long You know ??? I say well well well well Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Oh everybody waits so long Oh baby why you wait so long Won't you come on! Come on! I've been walking in Central Park Singing after dark People think I'm crazy I've been stumbling on my feet Shuffling through the street Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?" Sometimes I want to say to myself Sometimes I say Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh I won't miss you child I guess I'm lying to myself It's just you and no one else Lord I won't miss you child You've been blotting out my mind Fooling on my time No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Aaah aaah aaah aaah |
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from Blow (블로우) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2001)
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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As you poured out the drinks for me I felt your hooks sink right into me And I knew you were my destiny And I thought you'd get the best of me On the way down to Mexico As I danced in yuor rodeo You say poverty is picturesque As you dragged your nails across my chest You're so cold You're so cruel I'm your man Not your fool Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already over me What a fool I've been In the first flush of ecstacy As you lay naked next to me While our love put the dawn to flight I just ignore all those warning lights Cause when you laugh I just cry When you left I just died Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already sick me What a fool I've been Hard to hold on To a love divine I'm kneeling in a corner Praying to your shrine I've been hurt So confused I've been burned I've been bruised Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already sick of me Are you already over me Are you already over me Are you already tired of me Are you already over me What a fool I've been What a fool I've been What a fool I've been |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
Let's take a walk
Just you and me And talk of days gone by Across the fields under the trees Let's speak of you and I While the whole world Was wandering We walked a steady line When all our friends Were wavering We kept on trying Now we're always suffering Already lost Always suffering Already lost Remember when On summer days I would sing a lovers song How you would smile Shower me with praise And the sun shined on Now the rain is falling slow And the nights grow long And the train Cries out so hauntingly She is gone Now we're always suffering Already lost We're always suffering Already lost Please take these flowers Smell the perfume Let your soul come alive Let there be hope Hope in your heart That our love may revive For life is but a chance On a wind swept hill And the seeds of love Are swirling above Let them be still But we're always suffering We're already lost Always suffering Already lost |
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She confessed her love to me Then she vanished on the breeze Trying to hold on to that was just impossible She was more than beautiful Closer to etherial With a kind of down to earth flavor Close my eyes It's three in the afternoon Then I realize That she's really gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around Love has gone and made me blind I've looked but I just can't find She has gotten lost in the crowd I was flippin' magazines In that place on Mercer Street When I thought I spotted her Getting on a motor bike Looking rather lady like Didn't she just give me a wave? Salty tears It's three in the afternoon Has she disappeared Is she really gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If I just close my eyes I reach out and touch the prize Anybody seen her around (Rap) Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If I just close my eyes I reach out and touch the prize Anybody seen her around Lost, lost and never found I must have called her a thousand times Sometimes I think she's just in my imagination Lost in the crowd |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
A scrap of flesh
And a heap of bones One deep high And a desperate moan Three black eyes And a busted nose I said oh yeah, oh yeah Take me up Baby I'm ready to go Shake me up Baby I'm ready to go, yeah Take me up Baby I'm ready Baby, baby I'm ready to go (Chill me, freeze me, It's in my blood) I'm not going to burn in hell I cased the joint And I know it well Maybe my carcass Would feed the worms But I'm working For the other firm Take me up Baby I'm ready to go Fix me up Baby I'm ready to roll, yeah Set me up Baby, baby, baby I'm ready to go (Chill me, freeze me, It's in my blood) Flip the switch I got my money, my ticket All that shit I even got myself A little shaving kit What would it take To bury me I can't wait I can't wait to see I got toothbrush, mouthwash All that shit I'm looking down In the filthy pit I had the turkey And the stuffing too I even saved A little bit for you Lethal injection is a luxury I wanna give it To the whole jury I'm just dying For one more squeeze Oh yeah Oh yeah Pick me up Baby I'm ready to go Take me up Baby I'm ready to blow Take me up Baby if you're ready to go Baby I got nowhere to go Baby I'm ready to go (Chill me, freeze me, to my bones) Flip the switch |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
Gonna go downtown
Gonna get my gun Gonna dress real sharp Gonna beat my drum I ain't gonna lie Gonna walk so slow Gonna talk just right And my diamond ring Gonna shine so bright I ain't gonna lie I've got a debt to repay I ain't gonna cry I put a gun in your face You'll pay with your life And I got my ears And I got my eyes And I got my narks And my alibis I won't waste your time You made one false move You made one mistake When the juice is squeezed That's the way it breaks You'll pay for your crime Your tongue lickin' way out of place I'll rip it out I'll stick a gun in your face You'll pay with your life I taught her everything I taught her how to dream I taught her everything I'm gonna teach her how to scream I taught her all she knows I taught her how to lie I taught her everything I'm gonna teach her how to cry And you cause me hurt And you cause me pain And you turned the tap On my burning rage And I can't put it out Gonna leave no sign Gonna leave no trace Gonna leave this town In a state of grace Give me the power I got a debt to repay I ain't gonna lie I put a gun in your face You'll pay for the crime I taught her everything I taught her how to speak I taught her all she knows I taught her how to eat I half invented her And now she acts so chic I taught her everything But now she's obselete I taught her everything How to read and write I taught her all she knows She was a neophyte I taught her everything I loved to watch her grow I taught her everything And now I want to see her go I taught her everything I got a debt to repay I ain't gonna cry I'll put a gun in your face You're playing with your life I taught her everything I taught her how to cheat I taught her all she knows She was so indiscreet I taught her everything I taught her how to lie I taught her everything I'm gonna teach her how to cry |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
You offer me
All your love and sympathy Sweet affection baby It's killing me 'Cause baby baby Can't you see How could I stop Once I start baby How could I stop once I start How could I stop Yeah yeah How could I stop once I start You look at me but I don't know what you see A reflection baby Of what I want to be I see your face And I want to roll with it But how could I stop Baby how could I stop How could I stop Stop it, stop it If I could, I'd take you all the way Baby, baby listen what I say There's even some things That I just would not pay 'Cause how could I stop If I start babe How could I stop If I start Start with you How could I stop If I start, baby How could I stop If I start with you It's too easy to lay here at your feet I couldn't take the heat There's somewhere else Maybe you should go Baby maybe baby just a further down the road How could I stop If I start with you baby How could I stop How could I stop Once I start You tell me baby Once I've started with you How could I stop Once I start Stop, stop, stop |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
Won't you give me the low down
Just as quick as you can Baby, I've been out of touch Just give me the scam Don't give me the sports page, baby No political news Don't you give me the gossip Just give me the truth Just between me and you Give me the low down If you can Don't want a show down I just want to know where I stand Don't read me the horoscope babe That ain't what I need Our future will never last But that's between you and me I don't want the movie section I'll see for myself I don't want the news that fits Shove it back on the shelf Give me the truth Just between me and you Give me the low down If you can I don't want a show down I just want to know where I stand The headlines are screaming They change everyday As long as I ain't in them I'm happy that way I know that you won't lie to me But you hold back the truth Please give me the low down I can only get it from you Give me the truth Just between me and you Give me the low down If you can Don't want a show down I just want to know where I stand Give me the low down As quick as you can I don't want to hear about it I want it straight from you Give me the truth Just between me and you |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
If you really want to rip up your mind
If you want to take the lid off your life If you want to reach down in the sump To last dregs off the camel's back hump And the wolves are howling right at your door And the vultures want to tear off some more Your flesh is burning right off your bones Your children kick you out of your home If you really want to tear up your mind If you really want to get yourself blind Might as well get juiced Might as well get juiced Hey mama What's this crazy game of sevens, eights and nines I can't keep up with you baby I'm gonna give you such a piece of my mind When I get around to it 'Cause honey I'm abused Might as well get juiced If you really want to melt down your mind Crank it up to straight double time If you really want to have you some fun Spit right down on everyone If you've got the strength to scream out "Hell Why?" The wheels of life are passing you by You might as well get juiced Might as well get juiced Some people like to get high on love Buss it off with alcohol Give me a little taste of those fumes I need a little boost I tell you the sweet things in life How am I going to survive I might as well get juiced I might as well get juiced I might as well get juiced A little bit confused |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
I was out in the city
I was out in the rain I was feeling down hearted I was drinking again I was standing by the bridges Where the dark water flows I was talking to a stranger About times long ago I was young I was foolish I was angry I was vain I was charming I was lucky Tell me how have I changed Now I'm out Oh out of control Now I'm out Oh out of control Oh help me now And the girls in the doorway And the boys in the game And the drunks and the homeless They all know me And the police on the corner Give a nod and a wave As they point me To my final destination I was young I was foolish I was angry I was vain I was charming Feeling lucky Tell me how have I changed Now I'm out Oh out of control Now I'm out Oh out of control Oh help me now In the hotel I'm excited By the smile on her face But I wondered How was time Gonna change her I was young I was foolish I was angry I was vain I was charming I was out there Tell me how have I changed Now I'm out Oh out of control Oh I'm out Oh out of control |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man Jesus hit him with a blinding light And then his life began I said yeah I said yeah Augustin knew temptation He loved women, wine and song And all the special pleasures Of doing something wrong I said yeah I said yeah I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me And could you stand the torture And could you stand the pain Could you put your faith in Jesus When you're burning in the flames And I do believe in miracles And I want to save my soul And I know that I'm a sinner I'm gonna die here in the cold I said yes, I said yeah I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me I thought I heard an angel cry I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye John the Baptist was a martyr But he stirred up Herod's hate And Salome got her wish To have him served up on a plate I said yes I said yeah I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me I thought I heard an angel cry I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye I thought I saw an angel cry You'll never make a saint of me You'll never make a saint of me |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
All the way, all the way
I miss your touch baby, yeah Like a thief in the night It can't be right... (Like a thief) I know where your place is And it's not with him I'm the one who is out here baby Out here, just looking in He ain't gonna like it at all No no, that's no good I know the feeling (Just you wait there in the dark) In the dark, baby Yeah, how his dog can bark Like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night I'm gonna steal what's mine Oh I'm gonna break the laws But I'll get through you door But you wait and see Yeah, I'm gonna get ya, get you free (Like a thief) I found out where he keeps you I've even been inside you check under your pillow baby You'll get the message If I see you at your window, well then I'll know No one can separate us Like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night Yeah, you can set me up You can turn me in Or burn me baby Well you're in my skin The only reason I'm breaking in I'm coming baby, I'm breaking in Like a thief in the night Come on, yeah, oh yeah Like a thief in the night Oh baby you know what I'm talking, come on You can call the police on me baby Set me up and then bust me Come on I dare you, come on, come on I'll take the drop for you Soften the blow baby, baby, baby You know what I mean Nothing I can do about it It's the power of it Come on, like a thief Like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night Like a thief in the night |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
Baby, don't get too tight with me
Yes, you're far too tight for me I got your messages And how can I resist But if you come around don't slap the cuffs upon my wrist Baby you're tight for me (I warn you) yeah Far too tight for me Yeah Untie those sheep shanks, yes And all those fancy knots I'm not Houdini, honey C'mon now and loosen up (Tight) (Too tight) (Too tight) (Too tight) Yeah, don't try to reel me in With all those charm school looks I've seen it all a thousand times I sung that song, I wrote that fucking book Do yourself a favor now Don't drive me 'round the block Let's split another bottle, now Let's take a hit, loosen up Don't get too tight on me 'Cause I'm, I'm bound so tight I can't breathe We'll watch the sun go down Upon the swollen sea Aahhhhhh If you try to chain me up I'll vanish like a broken dream Don't get so tight Don't get so tight Too tight |
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from The Rolling Stones 24집 - Bridges To Babylon (1997)
You don't have to mean it You just got to say it anyway I just need to hear those words for me You don't have to say too much Babe I wouldn't even touch you anyway I just want to hear you to say to me Sweet lies Baby baby dripping from your lips Sweet sighs Say to me come on and play Play with me baby You don't have to mean it You just got to say it to me baby Whisper whisper whisper in my ear (I don't believe it) (I don't believe it) I wouldn't want to use you Ooh I wouldn't blame you anyway If you never ever spoke to me (I don't believe it) Hmm just say those little words Sit on my shoulder like a little bird Baby baby sing those words for me Sweet lies Baby baby dripping from yuor lips Sweet sighs Ooh you make me cry Oh baby you know it You know what I want to hear Dripping from your lips I got to tell you baby Dripping from you lips You don't have to say too much Whisper whisper baby baby I just wanna hear you say to me (I don't believe it) You don't have to mean it Babe just say it anyway I just need to hear those words from your sweet lips You don't have to mean it You don't have to mean it (I don't believe you) You don't have to shout across the room Just whisper in my ear baby |
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from The Rolling Stones - Symphonic Music Of The Rolling Stones (1994)
It is the evening of the day.
I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see but not for me. I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can't buy everything. I want to hear the children sing. All i hear is the sound. of raining falling on the ground. I sit and satch as tears go by. It is the everning of the day. I sit and watch the children play. Doing things I used to do they think are new. I sit and watch as tears go by. |
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from The Rolling Stones - Symphonic Music Of The Rolling Stones (1994)
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
no colours anymore I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes, I have to turn my head until the darkness goes. I see a line of cars and they're all painted black, with flowers and my love, both never to come back. I see people turn their heads and quickly look away, like a newborn baby it just happens every day. I look inside myself and see my heart is black, I see my red door and I want it painted black. Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts, it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black. No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue, I could not forsee this thing happening to you. If I look hard enough into the setting sun, my love will laugh with me before the morning comes. I see a red door and I want it painted black, no colours anymore I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes, I have to turn my head until my darkness goes. |
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from The Rolling Stones - Symphonic Music Of The Rolling Stones (1994)
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 - Symphonic Music Of The Rolling Stones (1994)
<< Under My Thumb >>
--- Rolling Stones Under my thumb's the girl who once had me down, Under my thumb's the girl who once pushed me around. It's down to me, The diff'rence in the clothes she wears, It's down to me, The change has come, She's under my thumb. Under my thumb's a girl who has just changed her ways. It's down to me, The way she does just what she's told, It's down to me, the change has come, She's under my thumb. Under my thumb's a siamese cat of a girl, Under my thumb she's the sweetest pet in the world. It's down to me the way she does just what she's told, It's down to me, the change has come, She's under my thumb. Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself Under my thumb, well, I--I can still look at someone else. It's down to me the way she talks when she's spoken to It's down to me the change has come, She's under my thumb. |
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from The Rolling Stones 20집 - Undercover (1983)
You're deaf to it, blind to it
It's like a thunderclap Feel the prickles running Up and down your back Why so divine, the pain of love You have to work at it, stay with it Pay for it, bust your ass Lie for it, cheat for it Forget about your past Why so divine, the pain of love You dream of it passionate You get a rise from it Feel the hot cum Dripping on your thighs from it Why why so divine, the pain of love Sometimes you crave for it, cry for it Women will die for it Looking back, cut the crap Was it really worth the rap? It's hard to survive the pain of love Ooh I need a time out Time to make my mind up Substitute a line out I'll be back next season with a bang No release from the jail No parole, no bail Hard labor, fifty lashes Hard labor, money splashes It's hard to survive the pain of love The old maid is roughing up Applying final touches Even though she's late for the dance I tell you tonight she's really gonna have a ball She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up She's gonna really tie me up Why so divine the pain of love Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me Why so divine the pain of love That's what they call it: the pain of love Tie me up, tie me up, tie me up, tie me up Why do divine, the pain of love Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
Feeling so tired, can't understand it
Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so shot, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink all night I'm feeling hungry, can't see the reason Just ate a horse meat pie Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright Yeah, you got to mix it child You got to fix it must be love It's a bitch You got to mix it child You got to fix it but love It's a bitch, alright Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud Kicking the stall all night Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on Don't have no bark or bite, alright Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out My heart is bumpin' louder than a big bass drum, alright I said hey, yeah I feel alright now Got to be a... Hey, I feel alright now Hey hey hey Hey hey yeah... |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in the market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good Brown sugar just like a young girl should - ah hum oh.. Woo! Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doing alright You shoulda heard him just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now? Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now - yeah! Ah, get it on brown sugar, how come you taste so good, babe? Ah, got me feelin' now for brown sugar, just like a black girl should yeah Now I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like You shoulda heard me just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good, babe? Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! How come you...how come you taste so good? Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! Just like a...just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo! |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
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 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Well, you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another girl can take my pain away Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave - yeah! Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail Say it with dead flowers in my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire Of your warm desire I've got the blues for you, yeah Every night you've been away I've sat down and I have prayed That you're safe in the arms of a guy Who will bring you alive Won't drag you down with abuse In the silk sheet of time I will find peace of mind Love is a bed full of blues And I've got the blues for you And I've got the blues for you And I'll bust my brains out for you And I'll tear my hair out I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you If you don't believe what I'm singing At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well I'm singing my song for you |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow With a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the night pass slow Don't the nights pass slow The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad mad day on the road I am just living to be lying by your side But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes Gonna warm my bones Gonna warm my bones I got silence on my radio Let the air waves flow Let the air waves flow Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down you moonlight mile Let it go now, come on up babe Yeah, let it go now Yeah, flow now baby Yeah move on now yeah Yeah, I'm coming home 'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Down the road, down the road Yeah, yeah, hey hey hey baby, now |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that I'm not that strong The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I doing in this place? Why does the doctor have no face? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor Ah, can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score Well it just goes to show Things are not what they seem Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast? And that this shot will be my last Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head Ah, come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed 'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the Clean white sheets stained red. |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It's just that demon life has got you in its sway It's just that demon life has got you in its sway Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground For all my friends out on the burial ground Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway There must be ways to find out Love is the way they say is really strutting out Hey, hey, hey now One day I woke up to find Right in the bed next to mine Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me in its sway It's just that demon life has got me... It's just that demon life has got me... |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away I watched you suffer a dull aching pain Now you decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie I have my freedom but I don't have much time Faith has been broken, tears must be cried Let's do some living after we die Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day |
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from The Rolling Stones 12집 - Sticky Fingers (1971)
You gotta move
You gotta move You gotta move, child You gotta move Oh, when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You may be high You may be low You may be rich, child You may be poor But when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You see that woman Who walks the street You see that police Upon his beat But then the Lord gets ready You gotta move You gotta move |
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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)
I met a gin soaked barroom 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 Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues Strollin' on the boulevards of Paris As naked as the day that I will die The sailors they're so charming there in Paris But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind It's the Honky Tonk women Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues It's the Honky Tonk women, yeah Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues |
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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. 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, 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. Yeah, yeah, yeah 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, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas! Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
I got nasty hadits, I take tea at three
Yes,and the meat I eat for dinner Must be hung up for a week My best friend, he shoots water rats And feeds them to his geese Don'cha think there's a place for you In between the sheets? Come on now,honey We can build a home for three Come on now,honey Don't you wanna live with me? And there's a score of harebrained children They're all locked in the nursery They got earphone heads they got dirty necks They're so 20th century Well they queue up for the bathroom 'Round adout 7:35 Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come You'd look good pram pushing Down the high street Come on now,honey Don't you wanna live with me? Whoa,the servants they're so helpful,dear The cook she is a whore Yes,the butler has a place for her Behind the pantry door The maid, she's French, she's got no sense She's wild for Crazy Hores And when she strips, the chauffeur flips The footman's eves get crossed Don'cha think there's a place for us Right across the street Don'cha think there's a place for you, In between the sheets? |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Well I followed her to the station
With a suitcase in my hand Yeah, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye Well the train come in the station And I looked her in the eye Whoa, I felt so sad so lonesome That I could not help but cry When the train left the station It had two lights on behind Yeah, when the train left the station It had two lights on behind Whoa, the blue light was my baby And the red light was my mind All my love was in vain All my love's in vain |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler The one that shut the kitchen door He don't give a hoot of warning Wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He split the time the cock'rel crows Talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before Talkin' about the midnight gambler Did you see him jump the garden wall Sighin' down the wind so sad Listen and you'll hear him moan Talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler Yeah, the one you never seen before (ad lib) Well you heard about the Boston... It's not one of those Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...sh... The one that closed the bedroom door I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger The knife-sharpened tippie-toe... Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler You know, the one you never seen before So if you ever meet the midnight rambler Coming down your marble hall Well he's pouncing like proud black panther Well, you can say I, I told you so Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler Play it easy, as you go I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door Did you hear about the midnight rambler He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall And did you hear about the midnight gambler And did you see me make my midnight call And if you ever catch the midnight rambler I'll steal your mistress from under your nose I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby And it hurts! |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler The one that shut the kitchen door He don't give a hoot of warning Wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He split the time the cock'rel crows Talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before Talkin' about the midnight gambler Did you see him jump the garden wall Sighin' down the wind so sad Listen and you'll hear him moan Talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler Yeah, the one you never seen before (ad lib) Well you heard about the Boston... It's not one of those Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...sh... The one that closed the bedroom door I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger The knife-sharpened tippie-toe... Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler You know, the one you never seen before So if you ever meet the midnight rambler Coming down your marble hall Well he's pouncing like proud black panther Well, you can say I, I told you so Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler Play it easy, as you go I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door Did you hear about the midnight rambler He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall And did you hear about the midnight gambler And did you see me make my midnight call And if you ever catch the midnight rambler I'll steal your mistress from under your nose I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby And it hurts! |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man No Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution But where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well, then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No 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 Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No |
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from The Rolling Stones - Get Yer Ya-Ya'S Out ! [live] (1970)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste Ive been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg 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 generals rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, whats 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 Im a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But whats puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, whats my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, whats my name I tell you one time, youre to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah Whats me name Tell me, baby, whats my name Tell me, sweetie, whats 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 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep
Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the bishop's daughter On the other side She looks a trifle jealous She's been an outcast all her life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning With his luger in his hand When he gets home to his children He's a family man But when it comes to the nitty-gritty He can shove in his knife Yes he really looks quite religious He's been an outlaw all his life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the singer, he looks angry At being thrown to the lions And the bass player, he looks nervous About the girls outside And the drummer, he's so shattered Trying to keep on time And the guitar players look damaged They've been outcasts all thier lives Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas Wave their hankies in the air All burning up their pensions And shouting, "It's not fair!" There's a regiment of soldiers Standing looking on And the queen is bravely shouting, "What the hell is going on?" With a blood-curdling "tally-ho" She charged into the ranks And blessed all those grandmas who With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!" Me, I'm just waiting so patiently With my woman on the floor We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this world, where God only knows And that'll be the way to get along Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land Famine come in the land Spent all he had and famine come in the land Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man" And that'll be the way I'll get along Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine For to feed my swine I'll give you a job for to feed my swine" Boy stood there and hung his head and cried `Cause that is no way to get along Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Believe I'll go back home Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Or down the road as far as I can go" And that'll be the way to get along Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me Coming home to me" Father ran and fell down on his knees Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me" Mercy Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Hung his head and cried Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?" Yeah Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf, Call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son was lost but now he is found 'Cause that's the way for us to get along" Hey |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth And when I search a faceless crowd A swirling mass of gray and Black and white They don't look real to me In fact, they look so strange Raise your glass to the hard working people Let's drink to the uncounted heads Let's think of the wavering millions Who need leaders but get gamblers instead Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows And a parade of the gray suited grafters A choice of cancer or polio And when I look in the faceless crowd A swirling mass of grays and Black and white They don't look real to me Or don't they look so strange Let's drink to the hard working people Let's think of the lowly of birth Spare a thought for the rag taggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the two thousand million Let's think of the humble of birth |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime I can see that you're fifteen years old No I don't want your I.D. You look so rest-less and you're so far from home But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Bet your mama don't know you scream like that I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that. You look so weird and you're so far from home But you don't really miss your mother Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh, yeah Woo! I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that I bet she don't know you can bite like that. You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you Why don't you bring her upstairs If she's so wild then she can join in too It's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man No Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution 'Cauce where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well, then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No 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 Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No |
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from The Rolling Stones 10집 - Beggars Banquet (1968)
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. Petersburg 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 Ah, 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 troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay 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 mean it, get down |
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from The Rolling Stones 9집 - Their Satanic Majesties Request (1967)
Sun turnin' 'round with graceful motion
We're setting off with soft explosion Bound for a star with fiery oceans It's so very lonely, you're a hundred light years from home Freezing red deserts turn to dark Energy here in every part It's so very lonely, you're six hundred light years from home It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home It's so very lonely, you're a thousand light years from home Bell flight fourteen you now can land Seen you on Aldebaran, safe on the green desert sand It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home It's so very lonely, you're two thousand light years from home |
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from The Rolling Stones 9집 - Their Satanic Majesties Request (1967)
She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her dressed in blue? See the sky in front of you And her face is like a sail Speck of white so fair and pale Have you seen a lady fairer? She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her all in gold? Like a queen in days of old She shoots her colors all around Like a sunset going down Have you seen a lady fairer? She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors |
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