Rolling Stones

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Beggars Banquet

Sympathy for the Devil
No Expectations
Dear Doctor
Parachute Woman
Jig-Saw Puzzle
Street Fighting Man
Prodigal Son
Stray Cat Blues
Factory Girl
Salt of the Earth

Best Songs from the Rolling Stones

Start Me Up
Brown sugar
Harlem shuffle
It's only rock'n roll
Mixed emotions
Angie
Tumbling dice
Fool to cry
Rock & a hard place
Miss you
Hot stuff
Emotionnal rescue
Respectable
Beast of burden
Waiting on a friend
Wild horses
Bitch
Undercover of the night

Goats Head Soup

Dancing With Mr. D.
100 Years Ago
Coming Down Again
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)
Angie
Silver Train
Hide Your Love
Winter
Can You Hear the Music
Star Star

Hot Rocks 1964-1971

Brown Sugar
Wild Horses
Gimme Shelter
Honky Tonk Women
Satisfaction
Paint it Black
Jumping Jack Flash
Street Fighting Man
Midnight Rambler (live)
You Can't Always Get What You Want
Let's Spend the Night Together
Mother's Little Helper
Ruby Tuesday
Get Off of My Cloud
19th Nervous Breakdown
Play With Fire
Time is on My Side
Under My Thumb
Sympathy for the Devil
As Tears Go By
Heart of Stone

Let it Bleed

Gimme Shelter
Love in Vain
Country Honk
Live With Me
Let it Bleed
Midnight Rambler
You Got the Silver
Monkey Man
You Can't Always Get What You Want

Sticky Fingers

Brown Sugar
Sway
Wild Horses
Can't You Hear Me Knocking
You Gotta Move
Bitch
I Got the Blues
Sister Morphine
Dead Flowers
Moonlight Mile



Angie

Oh Angie ! Oh Angie !
When will those dark clouds disappear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here
With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried

Angie, you’re beautiful
But ain’t it time we said goodbye
Angie, I still love you
Remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here

Oh Angie, don’t you weep
Ah your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain’t it time we said goodbye

With no loving in our souls
And no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie I still love you
Ev’ry where I look, I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain’t it good to be alive
Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried


Sympathy For The Devil

Yow! Yow! Yow!
Umph, ca, umph, umph

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and fate

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
In a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched the gleam [Who, Who]
While you kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Goth they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid tracks for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Ma, oo
Oooa

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners Saints
As I end this tale
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well learned qualities
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, your to blame

Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's me name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

Requested by - Demandé par Frédéric from FRANCE


Anybody Seen My Baby? She confessed her love to me Then she vanished On the breeze Trying to hold on to that Was just impossible She was more than beautiful Closer to ethereal With a kind of Down to earth flavor Close my eyes It's three in the afternoon Then I realize That she's really Gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around Love has gone And made me blind I've looked but I just can't find She has gotten lost In the crowd I was flippin' magazines In that place on Mercer Street When I thought I spotted her Getting on a motor bike Looking rather lady like Didn't she just give me a wave? Salty tears It's three in the afternoon Has she disappeared Is she really gone for good Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If I just close my eyes I reach out And touch the prize Anybody seen her around (Rap) Anybody seen my baby Anybody seen her around If I just close my eyes I reach out And touch the prize Anybody seen her around Lost, lost and never found I must have called her A thousand times Sometimes I think She's just in my imagination Lost in the crowd
Saint Of Me Saint Paul the persecutor Was a cruel and sinful man Jesus hit him with a blinding light And then his life began I said yeah I said yeah Augustin knew temptation He loved women, wine and song And all the special pleasures Of doing something wrong I said yeah I said yeah I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me And could you stand the torture And could you stand the pain Could you put your faith in Jesus When you're burning in the flames I said yes I do believe in miracles And I want to save my soul And I know that I'm a sinner I'm gonna die here in the cold I said yes, I said yeah I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me I thought I heard an angel cry I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye John the Baptist was a martyr But he stirred up Herod's hate And Salome got her wish To have him served up on a plate I said yeah I said yeah I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me Oh yeah, oh yeah You'll never make a saint of me I thought I heard an angel cry I thought I saw a teardrop fall from his eye I thought I saw an angel cry You'll never make a saint of me You'll never make a saint of me

Star Star

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
way back to New York City
where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,
I'm gonna make you scream all night.

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
with your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
get their toes beneath your hook.

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.

Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's,
now that's what I call obscene,
your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,
I bet you keep your pussy clean.
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,
legs wrapped around me tight.
If I ever get back to New York, girl,
gonna make you scream all night.

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
for givin' head to Steve McQueen,
yeah, and me we made a pretty pair,
fallin' through the Silver Screen.
Honey, I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line.
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
(you man) before he dies.
(John Wayne)

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,
a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.


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