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Rating: Recorded in Paris and released in 1978, "Some Girls," in addition to being the best-selling Rolling Stones album of the seventies, has the privilege of bringing the band back to good quality standards. The album immediately presents itself with a surreal cover inspired by Andy Warhol's art, where the faces of famous actresses are superimposed on those of the Stones themselves. On the back, old photographs used to advertise bras are shown. This graphic originality anticipates the energetically creative and dirty music made by the Rolling Stones since the days of "Exile On Main Street".
"Some Girls" confirms the influence of a certain funky music and other musical genres that naturally range from rock to healthy rhythm 'n' blues. A certain punk component also looms in the streetwise spirit of the album, creating the overall sensation that the group has found their way back to the leaner and darker path of rock 'n' roll. The album was recorded with few artifices, and the overall sound is raw, spontaneous, direct with the guitars as absolute protagonists. Session musicians are present in only three out of ten songs, and Keith Richards' work shines throughout the album. It is indeed him, with his vital riffs, who brings the Stones back to the vintage root sound. The opening is entrusted to the crafty and universally known "Miss You," a highly sold and widely broadcast single at the time, influenced by funky rhythms, rich in black music, and with Mick Jagger as an eccentric protagonist. The following "When The Whip Comes Down" is a decisive, tight guitar rock, devoid of unnecessary frills. Made of the same substance are "Respectable" and the wild "Lies," fast-paced and punkish tracks. The presence of "Shattered," a sort of rap avant la lettre, and the rendition of "Just My Imagination" by the Impressions are surprising, two pieces of different origins that make the group's sound in this work even richer in influences. As tradition in a Stones record, ballads cannot be missing.
"Far Away Eyes" is a classic country ballad in the style of Gram Parsons, while the energetic "Beast Of Burden," with its remarkable intertwining guitars, is a joy for the senses. Keith Richards gives himself a solo part and a great riff in the classic "Before They Make Me Run" while the track that titles the entire work is a powerful rock-blues with lyrics where Jagger finds his old macho vein and a hint of healthy vulgarity that will infuriate feminists worldwide. The success of the album was completed by a new seven-week tour in the United States, which included both performances in large arenas and theaters. Concerts often opened by artists of the caliber of Patti Smith, Santana, Dobbie Brothers, where the band relied more on the energy of music than costumes and scenography. "Some Girls" redeemed the Stones from the mediocre performance of "Black And Blue" and put the group back on the right track of a raw and true sound linked to the original concept of rock 'n' roll.
It's a record of pure fun, without any drop in tone and without boring moments, which also marks the virtual birth of a new way of understanding music by the group that we will find in the following best-selling "Emotional Rescue" and "Tattoo You".
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Miss You (04:48)
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 oooh
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you tonight
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
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's 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
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Ooh baby why you wait so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come home, come home
I've been walking in Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
Stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, "What's the matter with you, boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to, to myself
Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
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
Yes, baby
07 Respectable (03:07)
M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Well now we're respected in society
We don't worry about the things that we used to be
We're talking heroin with the president
Well it's a problem, sir, but it can't be bent
Uh yes!
Well now you're a pillar of society
You don't worry about the things that you used to be
You're a rag-trade girl, you're the queen of porn
You're the easiest lay on the White House lawn
Get out of my life, don't come back
Get out of my life, don't come back
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so delectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
What I say!
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Oh get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so delectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back...woo!
Get out of life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back, come back, hey
09 Beast of Burden (04:25)
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles and my feet are hurting
All I want is you to make love to me
I don't need beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
10 Shattered (03:47)
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming, my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags (Shadoobie, shattered)
Directing traffic, some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta, I can't give it away on 7th Avenue (Shadoobie, shattered)
This town's been wearing tatters, uh-huh
Shadoobie, shattered
Work and work for love and sex
And ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
Shattered, does it matter?
Shattered
Ahh look at me, I'm shattered
I'm shattered
Look at me, I'm shattered
Shattered
Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street (Tatters)
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I've been battered (Shattered)
What does it matter? (Shattered)
Does it matter? (Shattered)
Uh-huh, does it matter?
Uh-huh, I'm shattered
Mmm, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Don't you know the crime rate's going up, up, up, up, up (Shadoobie, shattered)
To live in this town, you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
You got rats on the west side, bed bugs uptown (Shadoobie, shattered)
What a mess, this town's in tatters, I've been shattered (Shadoobie, shattered)
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan (Shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, uh-huh (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
My friends they come around they (Shadoobie, shattered)
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter (Shadoobie, shattered)
Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
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