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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


Информация
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



Тексты песен The Rolling Stones

Текст песни "Memo From Turner"


(Jagger/Richards)

Didn't I see you down in San Antone, on a hot and dusty night?
You were eating eggs in Sammy's, when the black man there drew his knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton, as he washed his sleeveless shirt.
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentleman, the one that we all call: Kurt!

Come now, gentlemen, I know there's some mistake.
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business, shape.

I remember you, in Hemlock Row, in nineteen fifty-six.
You're a faggy little leather boy, with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing, hunk of man.
Your sweat shines sweet, and strong.
Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.

Weren't you at the Coke convention, back in nineteen sixty-five.
You're the misbred, grey executive, I've seen heavily advertised.
You're that great, gray man, whose daughter licks, policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats, behind the man, who works the soft machine.

Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus, when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.

When the old men do the fighting, and the young men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mother's meat, from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary please, my gentle friends, of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit, they eat the hands that bleed.

So, remember who you say you are, and keep your noses clean.
Boys will be boys, and play with toys, so be strong with your beast.
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.
"The baby's dead," my lady said.
You gentlemen, why, you all work for: Me!

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