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Rating: From the masterpiece 'Exile On Main Street' onwards, the Rolling Stones moved to a point where they could operate without having to contend with the trends of the moment.
Essentially, it can be seen how much they wanted to stay true to the primary function of rock'n'roll, which is to produce music to dance to. What the Stones did was essentially first shape and then readjust the mechanics of R&B to meet their personal needs. They achieved this goal by focusing solely on the greatest mannerisms of the genre: rhythm, tension, energy. And this album achieves the purpose with subdued intelligence, highlighted by tracks like "Luxury" which represents how the Stones interpret reggae rhythm by transforming it into a neoclassic, "If You Really Want To Be My Friend", a brilliant excursion into the "ghetto", and "Fingerprint File" where every note of this reproduction elevates the song to Stones' quintessential rank.
The other tracks are typical Stones' works "polished to perfection" that render all those punk bands in 60s style like the New York Dolls useless and empty, whose only ambition was to be mistaken for the Stones. This album also includes two love songs with Jagger playing the role of the doe-eyed amateur singing "Angie", the embarrassing "Till The Next Goodbye" and the exquisite "Time Waits For No One" with its immortal line "Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face", by far the most convincing.
There's much more in this album than it seems at first listen.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
06 Luxury (05:03)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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...
09 Short and Curlies (02:45)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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
Ah 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
10 Fingerprint File (06:33)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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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