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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Blues
R&B
Years active 1962—present
Label(s) Decca Music Group
Virgin Records
Polydor
Interscope Records
London Records
Rolling Stones Records
ABKCO Records
Website Website
Members
Ronnie Wood
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
Charlie Watts
Former members
Brian Jones
Ian Stewart
Mick Taylor
Bill Wyman
Tony Chapman
Mick Avory
Dick Taylor



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The Rolling Stones Album



10/16/1974
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The band's on stage and it's one of those nights,
Oh yeah
The drummer thinks he's dynamite,
Oh yeah
You lovely ladies in your leather and lace,
A thousand lips I would love to taste,
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell,
If you can't rock me, somebody will!
If you can't rock me, somebody will!

Now who's that black girl with the bright blue hair?
Oh yeah,
Now don't you know that it's rude to stare?
Oh yeah,
I'm not so green, but I'm feelin' so fresh,
I'd simply like to put her to the test.
She's so alive and she's dressed to kill, but
If you can't rock me, somebody will,
If you can't rock me, somebody will,
If you can't rock me, somebody will,
If you can't rock me, somebody will!

Now, I ain't lookin' for no pretty face,
Oh no,
Or for some hooker workin' roughish trade,
And there ain't nothing like a perfect mate,
And I aint' lookin' for no wedding cake
But I been talkin' 'bout it much too long,
I think I better sing just one more song,
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell,
I'm simply dying for some thrills and spills,
Oh yeah.

If you can't rock me,
If you can't rock me, somebody will,
Somebody will, somebody will,
If you can't rock me,
Well, well, well, well.


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I know you wanna leave me; I refuse to let you go.
If I have to beg, plead for sympathy,
I don't mind, 'cause it means that much to me.
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin;
please don't leave me, don't you go.
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby;
please don't leave me, don't you go.

Well I heard a crying man, is half a man, with no sense of pride
If I have to cry to keep ya I don't mind weepin'
if weepin' gonna keep ya by my side.
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin;
please don't leave me, don't you go.
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby;
please don't leave me, don't you go.

If I have to sleep on your door step all night and day,
just to keep you from walkin' away;
let my friends laugh, for this I can stand
just so long as I keep from going up for grabs.

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin;
please don't leave me, don't you go.
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby;
please don't leave me, don't you go.

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin;
please don't leave me, don't you go.
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby;
please don't leave me, don't you go.

Well your love's so deep in the pit of my heart,
ev'ry day it grows more and more.
I'm not ashamed to come and plead with you, baby,
if pleadin' keeps you from walkin' out the door.

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin;
please don't leave me, don't you go.
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby;
please don't leave me, don't you go.

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin;
please don't leave me, don't you go.
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby;
please don't leave me, don't you go.


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If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain't he strange?
If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
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 'n roll but I like it
I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it
I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely?
If I could stick a knife in my heart
Suicide right on stage
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 ya, would it slide on by ya
Would ya think the boy's insane? He's insane
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I said I know it's only rock'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it
I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely?
And do ya think that you're the only girl around?
I bet you think that you're the only woman in town
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it
I said I know it's only rock 'n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it. I like it... 

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Rolling Stones - Till The Next Goodbye

Honey, is there any place that you would like to eat?
I know a coffee shop down on Fifty-Second Street
And I don't need no fancy food and I don't need no fancy wine
And I sure don't need the tears you cry
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
I'll be thinking of you
I'll be thinking of you
Yeah, a movie house on Forty-Second Street
Ain't a very likely place for you and I to meet
Watching the snow swirl around your hair and around your feet
And I'm thinking to myself she surely looks a treat
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time that we kiss goodnight
I'll be thinking of you
I'll be thinking of you
I can't go on like this, can ya? Can ya?
I can't go on like this, can ya?
You give me a cure all from New Orleans
Now that's a recipe I sure do need
Some cider vinegar and some elderberry wine
May cure all your ills, but it can't cure mine
Your Lou'siana recipes have let me down
Your Lou'siana recipes have surely let me down
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time that we kiss goodnight
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
I'll be thinking of you
I'll be thinking of you
Till the next time that we say good bye
Til the next time that we kiss goodnight



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Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by
Yes, as we're sated in leisure, we watch it fly yeh

And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me

Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste

Time waits for one, no favours has he
Time waits for one, and he wont wait for me, yeh

Men, they build towers to the passing yes, to their fame everlasting
Here he comes chopping and reaping, hear him laugh at their cheating

And time waits for no man, and it won't wait for me
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me

Drink in your summer, gather your corn
The dreams of the night time will vanish by dawn

And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me

No no no, not for me
nooo not for me.....

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Rolling Stones - Luxury

I want a real fine car, fly Miami too
All the rum, I want to drink it, all the whiskey too
My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury

You can't call me lazy on a seven day a week
Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me
Yes, I want a gold ring, riding in a limousine
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury

Now listen, I'm a proud man, not a beggar walking on the street
I'm working so hard, to keep you from the poverty
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury, oh yeah
I'm working so hard, I'm working so hard
Harder, harder, working, working, working

I think it's such a strange thing, giving me concern
Half the world it got nothing the other half got money to burn
My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh, yeah
I'm working so hard, oh, yeah

Working on a Sunday in refinery
Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me
All the rum, I want to drink it, I got responsibility
I'm working so hard to keep you from the poverty, oh, yeah
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh, yeah
I'm working so hard, oh, yeah
Harder, harder, working, working...


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Rolling Stones - Dance Little Sister

On Thursday night she looked a fright
Her pricki hair all curled, oh Lord, what a sight
Dance, dance, little sister, dance

On Friday night she's all decked out
Her high heel shoes, her dress so tight
Dance, dance little sister, dance

On Saturday night she bass-a-dee
She stepping high on Frederick's Street
Dance, dance, little sister, dance

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance

It make me hot, I wet with sweat
It burn like hell, I've four hours left
Dance, dance, little sister, dance

Get next to me, drive me close
Don't mammaguay, I lose control
Dance, dance with fire, dance

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance

Jump out of Africa with a step that looks so bold
Ah, when you kickin' high it make my blood run cold

I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance

On Saturday night we don't go home
We bacchanal, there ain't no dawn
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister
Dance little sister
Dance little sister, dance...





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If you really want to be my friend
Let me live it up like I used to do
If you really want to understand me
There's some giving up we got to do

I know ev'rybody wants to be your man
I don't want to tie you up, go ahead, you're free
And I never want to scar you with my brand
We could live it up, just a you and me

If you really want to understand a man
Let him off the lead sometimes, set him free
If you really, really want to be my friend
Give me the look of love, not jealousy

I know you think that life is a thriller
You play the vamp, I play the killer
Now baby, what's the use of fighting?
By the last reel we'll be cryin' cryin', cryin

If you really want to be my man
Get your nails out of my back
Stop using me

You know I really, really want to be your friend
But just a little faith is all we need
I don't want no dog eat dog world for you and me
Get your nails out, stop bleeding me

You know, people tell me you are a vulture
Say you're a sore in a cancer culture
Ay, but you got a little charm around you
I'll be there when they finally hound you
Hound you, hound you

If you really want to be my friend
And I really want to understand you baby
If you really want to be my friend
If you really want to understand me
I really want to be your man
Rolling Stones - If you Really Want To Be My Friend

I want to try to give you a helping hand

I really want to be your friend
I want to push you when you're up
And pull you when you're down
If you really want you to understand me
I'll tell you something, that love can't thrive on jealousy

I really want to understand you
I really want to be your man
'Cause understanding is something ev'rybody needs
I really want to be your friend
And I love you, love you, yes, I do


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Rolling Stones - Shorts And Curlies

Too bad she's got you by the balls
You can't get free at all
She's got your name
She's got your number
You're screamin'
Like thunder
And you can't get away from it all
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls
You can't break loose at all
She's got your name
She's got your number
You're screamin' like thunder
And you're trapped like a rat in a hole
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls
She's nailed you to the wall
Oh, it's a shame
A but it's funny
She crashed your car
She spend your money
And you can't get away from it all
It's too bad, she's grabbed a handful
And you can't get away from it all
It's too bad, oo, and it's painful
And you can't break away from this stall
And you can't get away from it all
It's too bad
She's got you by the balls
She's got your name
She's got your number
You're screamin' blue murder
And you can't get away from it all
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls
It's too bad, she's got you by the balls
She's got you by the...
It's too bad, it's too bad
It's too bad, it's too bad
So sad, so sad


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Rolling Stones - Fingerprint file

Fingerprint file, you get me down
You keep me running
Know my way around. Yes, you do, child
Fingerprint file, you bring me down
Keep me running
You keep me on the ground
Know my moves
Way ahead of time
Listening to me
On your satellite

Feeling followed
Feeling tagged
Crossing water
Trying to wipe my tracks

And there's some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin' papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

You better watch out
On your telephone
Wrong number
They know you ain't home

And there's some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin' papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down

Who's the man on the corner; that corner over there
I don't know. Well, you better lay low. Watch out

Keep on the look out
Electric eyes
Rats on the sell out
Who gonna testify
You know my habits
Way a head of time
Listening to me
On your satellite

And there's some little jerk in the FBI
A keepin' papers on me six feet high
It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down
It gets me down

Hello, baby, mm-hmm
Ah, yeah, you know we ain't, we ain't talkin' alone
Who's listening? Well I don't really know
But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight
'Cause I know they takin' pictures on the ultraviolet light
Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it's all secrecy; no privacy
Shoot first, that' s right... you know
Bye bye.
Right now somebody is listening to...... you
Keeping their eyes peeled...... on you
Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay
All right. Good night, sleep tight



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