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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


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Откуда London, England
Жанры Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Blues
R&B
Годы 1962—н.в.
Лейблы Decca Music Group
Virgin Records
Polydor
Interscope Records
London Records
Rolling Stones Records
ABKCO Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Ronnie Wood
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
Charlie Watts
Бывшие участники
Brian Jones
Ian Stewart
Mick Taylor
Bill Wyman
Tony Chapman
Mick Avory
Dick Taylor



Альбом The Rolling Stones


Flashpoint (08.04.1991)
08.04.1991
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Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes in a strange disguise
Love comes

Open the door and let the light poour over
Open the door don't you keep me out
Open the door and let the light pour over
Hear me shout
Open the door and let the light poour over
Open the door don't you keep me out
Open the door and let the light pour over

Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes

It's as pure as silver
It's as pure as gold
It's a rushing river
Let it run all over me
It's as pure as silver
It's as pure as gold
Let is run all over me

Love comes
Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes at the speed of light

. . .



If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can't compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
Don't make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She's a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man cum
You, you make a dead man cum

. . .



Fling you out into orbit
No one's going to hear you shout
And fools aren't going to follow
You don't need to sleaze about

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

The elephant's in the bedroom
Throwing all his weight about
And I'm locked in the bathroom
Your screams are gonna drown me out

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

I get a cold chill
I get a cool thrill
Are you ready for the gilded cage
Are you ready for the tears of rage
Come on baby, don't let them drown you out

Now you're sad sad sad
Mad mad mad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine

. . .



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 

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 
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" 

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

. . .


The fields of Eden
Are full of trash
And if we beg and we borrow and steal
We'll never get it back
People are hungry
They crowd around
And the city gets bigger as the country
comes begging to town

Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place

this talk of freedom
And human rights
Means bullying and private wars and
chucking all the dust in your eyes
And peasant people
Pooper than dirt
Who are caught in the crossfire with nothing
to lose but their shirts

Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place

You'd better stop, put on a kind face
Between a rock and a hard place

We're in the same boat
On the same sea
And we're sailing south
On the same breeze
Building dream churches
With silver spires
And our rogue children
Are playing loaded dice

Between a rock and a hard place
You'd better stop

Give me truth now
Don't want no slam
I'd be hung drawn and quartered for a sheep
just as a well as a lamb

Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place
You'd better put a stop
Put on a kind face
Can't you see what you've done to me


. . .



She would never say where she came from 
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone 
While the sun is bright 
Or in the darkest night 
No one knows 
She comes and goes 

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday 
Who could hang a name on you? 
When you change with every new day 
Still I'm gonna miss you... 

Don't question why she needs to be so free 
She'll tell you it's the only way to be 
She just can't be chained 
To a life where nothing's gained 
And nothing's lost 
At such a cost 

There's no time to lose, I heard her say 
Catch your dreams before they slip away 
Dying all the time 
Lose your dreams 
And you will lose your mind. 
Ain't life unkind? 

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday 
Who could hang a name on you? 
When you change with every new day 
Still I'm gonna miss you... 

. . .



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 a 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
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
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
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore 
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And 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
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
You get what you need--yeah, oh baby
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
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 you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
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 you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

. . .


Rolling Stones - Factory Girl

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

. . .


I, I just can't be seen with you
I admit it anyway, yeah

I just get obscene with you, yeah
I don't stand a chance with you
I never did anyway

I, I can't even sleep with you, oh
I'd always be awake, baby, baby, yeah

I just can't be seen with you
It's for your own sake
You're better off anyway
It's too dangerous baby, yeah
It's too dangerous
I just can't be seen with you

They set us up so they can shoot us down, yeah
Put us six feet underground
It's just too deep for me baby

Oh yeah, I just can't be seen with you
Oh, although it hurts me to say
Yeah it was just a dream with you
Yeah because you're married anyway

Oh shit

Yeah, babe I don't stand a chance with you
Oh you're better off this way
It's hit and run anyway
It's just too dangerous babe

I just can't be, yes I got to chill this thing
with you
I just can't be, yeah, yeah
It's just too dangerous baby
Baby it's just too much for you
I just can't be
I just can't be seen nowhere around you
baby
I just can't be
It's too dangerous - it's just too dangerous
baby
Even in the dark
I just can't be
Yeah I got to chill with you
I just can't be

. . .


Rolling Stones - Little Red Rooster

I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day

Keep everything in the farm yard upset in every way

The dogs begin to bark and hounds begin to howl
Dogs begin to bark and hounds begin to howl
Watch out strange cat people
Little red rooster's on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster
Please drive him home
If you see my little red rooster
Please drive him home
Ain't had no peace in the farm yard
Since my little red rooster's been gone




. . .



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 new born baby it just happens ev'ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' 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 settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

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
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

. . .



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
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya 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 me 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

. . .



Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wond'rin where it's gonna stop.
House boy knows that he's doin' alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.

Ah Brown Sugar how come you taste so good
(A-ha) Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.

. . .



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

. . .



I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm drivin' in my car
and that man comes on the radio
and he's tellin' me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm watchin' my TV
and that man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no girl with action.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm ridin' round the world
and I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no, I can't get no,
I can't get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

. . .


We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks
We give 'em credit, You can call the bank

It's just a business, You can pay us in crude
You love these toys, just go play out your feuds

Got no pride, don't know whose boots to lick
We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick

So get up, stand up, out of my way
I want to talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, whose gonna pay
I want to talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire
Sending the men up to the front line
Hoping they don't catch the hell fire
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

We walk the highwire
Sending the men up to the front line
And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist

Another Munich we just can't afford
We're gonna send in the eighty-second airborne

Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay
I wanna talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, outta my way
I wanna talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
And hoping they don't catch the shellfire
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
Catching the bite on primetime
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

Get up! Stand up!
Dealer! Stealer!
Hey!

We walk the highwire
We send all our men into the front lines
We're hoping that we backed the right side
With hot guns and cold, cold nights

We walk the highwire
We send all the men up to the front lines
And hoping they don't catch the hellfire
With hot guns and cold cold, cold, cold,
cold nights

We walk the highwire
We walk the highwire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold nights

With hot guns and cold, cold nights

Jagger/Richards


. . .


I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
I've got to drive you crazy
Best you've ever had
I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
Got to drive you crazy
The best you've ever had

I can drive you fast
I can drive you slow
Put me on the hot seat
I've got no sense control
I'm a blot on the landscape
A blur on the beach
A bite of the cherry
I'll lick the fuzz right off the peach

I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
I've got to drive you crazy
The best you've ever had
The best you've ever had
I've got this sex
Oh I got this sexdrive
What you gonna do about that

You can take the bus
You can take the cab
But if you want to change your style
And live a life more versatile
We could be a smash

See you from behind
And they never gonna see again
Lookin' so fine
When you find another trick so fine
You never saw him going out all the night
And they look you all over
And you're gonna see the light
Oh, let's make it tonight

I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
I've got to drive you crazy
The best you've ever had
The best you've ever had
I've got this sex
Chuka lucka boom
Please give me some room
Chucka lucka back
Please give some slack
I've got this sex
I've got this sex
I've got this sexdrive

See you from behind
And they never gonna see again
Lookin' so fine
When you find another trick so fine
You never saw him going out all the night
And they look you all over
And you're gonna see the light
Oh, let's make it tonight
I've got this sex
I've got this sexdrive

. . .


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