ROLLING STONES
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 10:56 PM | Сообщение # 1 |
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| I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors 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 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, I must have 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 foresee 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 want to see it painted, painted black, black as night, black as coal I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 10:58 PM | Сообщение # 2 |
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| Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year, stolen many a man's soul and faith And I was around 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 (oh yeah) But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game (ah yeah) I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank, held a general's rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for 10 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 lay traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay Get down, baby Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you is just the nature of my game, yeah 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, yeah Get down Ah yeah, get on down Oh yeah Ah yeah Tell me, baby, what's my name? Tell me, honey, can you guess my name? Tell me, baby, what's my name? I'll tell you one time, you're (...) All right ... ah yeah Ah yeah, what's my name? Tell me, baby, what's my name? Tell me, sweetie, what's my name? Oh yeah
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 10:59 PM | Сообщение # 3 |
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| If I could stick my pen in my heart I would spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you? Would it slide on by you? Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange? If I could win you, if I could sing you A love song so divine Would it be enough for your cheating heart If I broke down and cried? If I cried? I said I know it's only rock & roll but I like it I know it's only rock & roll But I like it, like it, yes I do Oh well, I like it (yeah) I like it I said can't you see that this old boy has been lonely? If I could stick a knife in my heart Suicide right onstage Would it be enough for your teenage lust? Would it help to ease the pain? Ease your brain? If I could dig down deep in my heart Feelings would flood on the page Would it satisfy you? Would it slide on by you? Would you think the boy's insane? He's insane And do you think that you're the only girl around? I bet you think that you're the only woman in town Ooh yeah I like it... Only rock & roll but I like it... Oh yeah but I like it...
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:00 PM | Сообщение # 4 |
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| Gold Coast slaveship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver know he's doing all right Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown sugar, how come you taste so good now? Brown sugar, just like a young girl should (now) Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wondering where it's going to stop House boy knows that he's doing all right You should heard him just around midnight Yeah Ah get on, brown sugar, how come you taste so good, baby? Ah got to get on, brown sugar, just like a black girl should, yeah Now I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all her boyfriends were sweet 16 I'm no school boy but I know what I like You should have heard me just around midnight I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo How come you, how come you taste so good? Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo Just like a, just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo Yeah
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:01 PM | Сообщение # 5 |
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| One time you were my baby chicken Now you've grown into a fox Once upon a time I was your little rooster Now am I just one of your cocks? It's rough justice on you You're going to have to trust me (We're never done and dusted) It's rough justice But you know I'll never break your heart So put your lips to my hips, baby And tell me what's on your mind I know you've still got that animal attraction for me It's been a long, long time You're feeling loose and lusty So if you really want me Yeah, it's rough justice And you know I'll never break your heart Yeah It's rough justice on you You think you really sussed me It's rough justice But you know I'll never break your heart The first time I saw you, baby You were springing like a young gazelle And next thing I know, way down the road You're flying like a bat out of hell It's rough justice on you You're acting too disgusted You're going to have to trust me But you know I'll never break your heart I give you my position Don't want no opposition It's rough justice But you know I'll never break your heart Now come on baby Yeah... Come on baby Come on baby now
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:03 PM | Сообщение # 6 |
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| 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 about warning Wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He's split the time the cockerel crows Talking about the midnight gambler The one you've never seen before Yeah, I'm talking about the midnight gambler Did you see him jump the garden wall? He's sighing down the wind so sadly Listen and you'll hear him moan Yeah, well I'm talking about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go Yes Did you hear about the midnight rambler? Well, honey, it's no rock & roll show Well I'm a-talking about the midnight gambler Yeah, the one you've never seen before Don't do that... Don't you do that... Oh don't do that... Well you heard about the Boston... Honey, it's not one of those... Well talking about the midnight... The one who closed the bedroom door I'm called the hit-and-run, rape-her-in-anger The knife sharpened, tiptoe Or just that shoot-'em-dead, green bell jangler You know, the one you've never seen before So if you ever meet the midnight rambler Crawling down your marble hall Well he's pouncing like a proud black panther, yeah You can say I told you so Well, won't you listen for the midnight rambler, yeah? Yeah, play it easy as you go I'm going to smash down all your plate glass windows Put a fist, put a fist through your steel plate door Did you hear about the midnight rambler? He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall Did you hear about the midnight gambler? 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'm going easy with your cold fandango I'll stick my knife right down your throat - baby, and it hurts...
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:04 PM | Сообщение # 7 |
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| you stand before me Waiting to be kissed You're a beauty, such a cutie How could I resist? It's been a month of Sundays Since we last have spoke So much water, you've got daughters I fell out of the boat Oh no, not you again Fucking up my life It was bad the first time I can't stand it twice Oh no, not you again I can't stand the pace Once bitten, twice shy Let me out of the race The setting's so romantic Love is in the air All is perfect but I'm allergic To your piercing stares You look so cool and tempting In your couture dress You're addictive, as predicted I'm nervous, I confess Oh no, not you again Messing up my life It was bad the first time, yeah You had me in a vice Oh no, not you again I hear the inner shout It was bad the first time around When you turned me inside out Everybody's talking Showing off their wit The moon is yellow but I'm not jello Staring down your tits My life flashes forward Then it flashes back I'm still dreaming and I'm screaming "Get me off the rack!" Oh no, not you again I can't stand the pain I was burned the first time, yeah I can't deal again Oh no, not you again Messing up my life, yeah Once bitten, twice shy But I can't do it twice Oh no, not you again Fucking up my life It was bad the first time around I better take my own advice
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:04 PM | Сообщение # 8 |
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| OUT OF TEARS (M. Jagger/K. Richards) I can't feel Feel a thing I can't shout I can't scream Breathe it out Breathe it in All this love From within I won't cry when you say goodbye I'm out of tears I won't die when you wave goodbye I'm out of tears Out of tears I won't drink I won't eat I can't hear I won't speak Let it out Let it in All this pain From within And I just can't pour my heart out To another living thing I'm a whisper I'm a shadow But I'm standing up to sing I won't cry when you say goodbye I'm out of tears I won't die when you wave goodbye I'm out of tears, yes I am I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry I'm out of tears I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why I'm out of tears Out of tears Out of tears Let it out From within Some you lose Some you win I can drift I can dream Til I float Off your screen And I just can't pour my heart out To another living thing I'm a whisper I'm a shadow But I'm standing up to sing I won't cry when you say goodbye I'm out of tears I won't die when you wave goodbye I'm out of tears Out of tears I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry I'm out of tears Out of tears I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why I'm out of tears Out of tears Out of tears
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:05 PM | Сообщение # 9 |
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| OUT OF CONTROL I was out in the city, I was out in the rain I was feeling downhearted, 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 (and), I was vain I was charming, I was (Feeling) lucky (out there) Tell me how have I changed (Oh yeah) Now I'm out, oh out Of control (yeah) (oh yes) Oh help me now, yeah And the girls in the doorway and the boys on the game And the drunks and the homeless they all know me And the police on the corner give a nod and a wave And they point me to my final destination In the hotel I'm excited by the smile on her face But I wondered how was time going to change her, yeah
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:05 PM | Сообщение # 10 |
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| SAINT OF ME Saint Paul the Persecutor was a cruel and sinful man Jesus hit him with a blinding light and then his life began I said yes (I said yeah) Augustine knew temptation, he loved women, wine and song And all the special pleasures of doing something wrong 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 Yeah 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 going to die here in the cold I thought I heard an angel cry I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye Come on 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 You'll never make a saint of me
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:06 PM | Сообщение # 11 |
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| UNDER MY THUMB (M. Jagger/K. Richards) Under my thumb The girl who once had me down Under my thumb The girl who once pushed me around It's down to me The difference in the clothes she wears Down to me, the change has come, She's under my thumb Ain't it the truth babe? Under my thumb The squirmin' dog who's just had her day Under my thumb A girl who has just changed her ways It's down to me, yes it is The way she does just what she's told Down to me, the change has come She's under my thumb Ah, ah, say it's alright Under my thumb A siamese cat of a girl Under my thumb She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world It's down to me The way she talks when she's spoken to Down to me, the change has come, She's under my thumb Ah, take it easy babe Yeah It's down to me, oh yeah The way she talks when she's spoken to Down to me, the change has come, She's under my thumb Yeah, it feels alright 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, oh that's what I said The way she talks when she's spoken to Down to me, the change has come, She's under my thumb Say, it's alright. Say it's all... Say it's all... Take it easy babe Take it easy babe Feels alright Take it, take it easy babe.
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:06 PM | Сообщение # 12 |
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| Some Girls Some girls give me money Some girls buy me clothes Some girls give me jewelry That I never thought I'd own Some girls give me diamonds Some girls, heart attacks Some girls I give all my bread to I don't ever want it back Some girls give me jewelry Others buy me clothes Some girls give me children I never asked them for (So) Give me all your money Give me all your gold I'll buy you a house back in Zuma Beach And give you half of what I own Some girls take my money Some girls take my clothes Some girls get the shirt off my back And leave me with a lethal dose Yeah, French girls they want Cartier Italian girls want cars American girls want everything in the world You could possibly imagine English girls they're so prissy I can't stand them on the telephone Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook I don't want them to ever call at all White girls they're pretty funny Sometimes they drive me mad Black girls just want to get fucked all night I just don't have that much jam Chinese girls are so gentle They're really such a tease You never know quite what they're cooking Inside those silky sleeves Yeah, baby, why don't you please come home? Some girls they're so pure Some girls so corrupt Some girls give me children I only made love to her once Give me half your money Give me half your car Give me half of everything I'll make you the world's biggest star by half So give me all your money Give me all your gold Let's go back to Zuma Beach I'll give you half of everything I own
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:07 PM | Сообщение # 13 |
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| Street fighting man 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 But (And) what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock & roll band? Cause in sleepy London Town there's just no place for 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 Get down Hey, said my name is called Disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the King, I'll rail at all his servants
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:08 PM | Сообщение # 14 |
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| I saw her today at a reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want And if you try sometime you find You get what you need I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was, footloose man You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes, well you might find You get what you need Oh yea-ay (hey-hey-hey, oooh) And I went down to the demonstration To get my fair share of abuse Singin', 'We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't, we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse' Sing it to me, now (You can't always get what you want) (You can't always get what you want) (You can't always get what you want) But if you try sometimes, well you just might find You get what you need Ooh baby, yeah, ooh I went down to the Chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standin' in line with Mr. Jimmy A-man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was 'dead' I said to him (You can't always get what you want) well no! (You can't always get what you want) tell ya baby (You can't always get what you want) no But if you try sometimes, you just might find, mmm! Mmm! you get what you need Ooh yes! Woo! (Instrumental & choir) Ooow-ooh! You get what you need Yeah! Ooow, babe! Ooh, yeah I saw her today at the reception In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands Say it! (You can't always get what you want) yeah! (You can't always get a-what you want) ooo-yeah, baby! (You can't always get a-what you want) But if you try sometime, you just might find You just might find You get what you need Ooh, yeah! Ooh, baby! Woo! Ah, you can't always get a-what you want No, no baby You can't always get a-what you want Tellin' you right now You can't always get what you want, mmm! But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find, that ya Get what you need Oooh, yeah! I'm tellin' the truth, babe Ooow-ooh! Ooow-ooh! Ooow-ooh!........
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makuna | Дата: Среда, 2006-05-17, 11:11 PM | Сообщение # 15 |
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