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So, it's 1981, you might have ended up buying it from a guy at the bus stop.
That record would later brighten my long and tedious summer stays in the mountains, where, between one walk and another, in the silence of the early afternoon, I had the habit of listening to it while doodling on a notebook at the kitchen table, between the rhythmic restarts of the fridge and the slightly pungent odor of the drying dishes hanging.
The mountains are a place where time seems to have stood still.
Even today there are the great cross that lights up at dusk, the stone bell tower, the second homes now unused, painted in rotten green and with the raw aluminum frames as was customary then.
Every now and then I return there, to find myself and to ask myself what I have been, to relive the much-hated boredom and that wait made of increasingly faded hopes.
Here is a compilation (or rather a collection, as it was called then) that you could easily do without. Or not!
And yes, because in this seemingly irrelevant album lies all the philosophy of the Stones, ten tracks literally "sucked" from the seventies and poured onto a record without any apparent logic, a vibrant and effective snapshot of their admittedly uninspiring production from '74 to 1980 that divided and disappointed the fans so much.
But the greatest band on the planet is not afraid to show its wrinkles, its most decadent aspect, the loss of inspiration, and the attempt to reinvent itself, riding the trends without ever denying itself.
Not the best tracks then, but extracted from various albums, B-sides, remixes, and live performances, all in a mixture that still manages to assume a defined form and shine with its own light, becoming one of their official collections, with good sales success and still reprinted.
Essential the cover, as befits a work that has little or nothing to add, a small appendix of the decade just past, in view of the imminent big strike, the highly successful Tattoo You.
Nostalgia gives value to everything
even to boring days
even to a record bought at the bus stop
To Paolino, with sympathy.
Tracks
Shattered
Everything Is Turning To Gold
Hot Stuff
Time Waits For No One
Fool To Cry
Mannish Boy
When the Whip Comes Down
If I Was a Dancer (Dance Pt. 2)
Crazy Mama
Beast of Burden
Lineup
Mick Jagger - vocals, guitar
Keith Richards - guitar, vocals
Ron Wood - guitar
Bill Wyman - bass
Charlie Watts - drums
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Shattered (03:46)
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)
09 Crazy Mama (04:08)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blown out brains, yeah
You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
You can steal my money
And that don't mean a doggone thing
Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
Your crazy mama, ah yeah
Well your old time religion
Is just a superstition
You going to pay high prices
For your sacrificises
Well your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If your going to keep on coming
I'm gonna take it all head on
If you don't believe I'm going to do it
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet
Don't think I ain't thought about it
But it sure makes my shackles rise
And cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line
Well your crazy mama
With your ball and chain
Plain psychotic
Plain insane
If you don't think I'm gonna do it
Just wait for the thud of the bullet
10 Beast of Burden (03:27)
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
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