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The Rolling Stones: Flashpoint

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1991.04.01
Time:
 76:11
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *****..... (4/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.stones.com
Appears with: Mick Jagger, Bill Wyman, Ronnie Wood
Purchase date: 2008.02.15
Price in €: 9,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Continental Drift [Intro] (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 0:28
[2] Start Me Up (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 3:54
[3] Sad Sad Sad (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 3:32
[4] Miss You (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 5:55
[5] Rock and a Hard Place (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:51
[6] Ruby Tuesday (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 3:33
[7] You Can't Always Get What You Want (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 7:26
[8] Factory Girl (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 2:47
[9] Can't Be Seen (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:17
[10] Little Red Rooster (W.Dixon) - 5:15
[11] Paint It Black (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:02
[12] Sympathy for the Devil (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 5:35
[13] Brown Sugar (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:10
[14] Jumpin' Jack Flash (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:59
[15] (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 6:08
[16] Highwire (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:46
[17] Sex Drive (M.Jagger/K.Richards) - 4:27

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Mick Jagger - Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals
Keith Richards - Guitar, Vocals
Ron Wood - Guitar
Bill Wyman - Bass, Bass Guitar
Charlie Watts - Drums

Eric Clapton - Guitar
Bobby Keys - Synthesizer, Saxophone
Chuck Leavell - Keyboards

Lisa Fischer - Background Vocals
Bernard Fowler - Background Vocals
Katie Kissoon - Background Vocals
Cindy Mizelle - Background Vocals
Tessa Niles - Background Vocals

Uptown Horns - Horn, Ensemble
Kick Horns - Horn, Ensemble
Crispin Cioe - Horn
Arno Hecht - Horn
Matt Clifford - French Horn, Keyboards
Bob Funk - Horn
Hollywood Paul Litteral - Horn

Chris Kimsey - Producer, Mixing
The Glimmer Twins - Producer
Bob Ludwig - Mastering, Digital Remastering, Original Mastering
Christopher Marc Potter - Mixing
Mark "Spike" Stent - Engineer, Mixing
Benji Lefevre - Engineer
Cedric Beatty - Engineer, Live Recording
David Hewett - Engineer, Live Recording
Harry Braun - Engineer, Live Recording
Bob Clearmountain - Engineer, Live Recording
Spencer May - Assistant Engineer
Richard Sullivan - Assistant Engineer
Mark Fisher - Photography
Eugene Adebari - Photography
Claude Gassian - Photography
Kevin Mazur - Photography
Paul Natkin - Photography
Dimo Safari - Photography
David Crow - Artwork, Art Direction, Design
Garry Mouat - Artwork, Art Direction, Design
Tony King - Artwork, Art Coordinator
Janis Crotch - Recording Coordinator
Alan Dunn - Logistics
Arnold Dunn - Logistics
Wade Evans - Monitor Technician
Jeff Schock - Coordination

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

1991 CD Columbia 47456
1991 CD Sony 47456
1991 CD Sony 47456
1999 CD Import 68049
1998 CD Virgin 45670
2007 CD Toshiba EMI 53025

Prior to the release of 1989's STEEL WHEELS, most rock fansfigured that there was a better chance of spotting the LochNess Monster than catching the Stones in concert again. Band founders Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were waging a bitter verbal battle in the press (and issuing solo albums), while longtime fans criticised the Stones' last few unfocused studio efforts. It appeared like the band was done for, untilJagger and Richards reconciled and reunited the other boys in the band for their first U.S. tour in nearly eight years.The tour was one of the most successful ever undertaken by a rock band, as all the mammoth shows were instant sell-outs, including selections from all eras of the band's vast catalogue. It's still a kick to hear such longtime classic-rock radio standards as "Start Me Up", "Miss You", "Paint It Black", "Brown Sugar", and "Sympathy for the Devil", as well as such overlooked classics as "Factory Girl", while later compositions like "Continental Drift" fit in well. Also includedwere two new studio recordings, "Highwire" and "Sex Drive".



Unwidersprochen in der Form ihres Lebens zogen Jagger, Richards & Co 1989/90 ihre gigantische Urban-Jungle-Tour durch. Deren Quintessenz (CD mit drei Bonus-Tracks: 76'50") gibt das beste, zumindest das professio- nellste (offizielle) Live-Album der Stones ab, geadelt durch einen ful- minanten Gastauftritt Eric Claptons. Der Sound stimmt auch - für den etwas schwachen Baß gibt's Regler. Nur die hier genährte Gier nach Mehr, etwa 2000 Lightyears, wird den Fan noch in die Arme der Bootlegger treiben.

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Die Stones-Konzerte der "Steel Wheels"- beziehungsweise "Urban Jungle"- Tournee bildeten einen strahlenden Höhepunkt der Live-Saison 1989/90. Die fünf Oldies überraschten mit einem Spielwitz und Elan, wie man es Herren jenseits ihrer Jugend nicht mehr zutraut. Daß Jagger & Co. bei ihren Stadion-Abenteuern alt wie jung begeisterten, unterstreicht ihren einzigartigen Stellenwert. Was auf der Bühne glänzte, mußte für die Nachwelt konserviert werden. Der Livemitschnitt war programmiert, nur hatte die "größte Rock'n'Roll-Band der Welt" Probleme mit der Technik. "Flashpoint" bietet so zwar ein Ticket fürs Konzert frei Haus, doch wie bei den älteren Live-Rillen "Love You Live" und "Still Life" will der Konzertfunke mal wieder nicht in der Wohnstube zünden. Hierin ist das offizielle Livealbum dem furiosen Privatmitschnitt "Atlantic City '89" (siehe stereoplay 4/91) klar unterlegen. Dort entstand Atmosphäre durch die Dokumentation eines kompletten Auftritts auf drei CDs. Für "Flashpoint" spielen sich die beiden "Glimmer Twins" plus ihre 13 Be- gleiter durch einige Hits ihrer Karriere - auf CD drei mehr als auf LP. Stargast Eric Clapton zupft beim Willie-Dixon-Klassiker "Little Red Rooster" die Saiten. Der erdige Blues "Salt Of The Earth", den die Stones in Atlantic City mit Axel Rose und Izzy Stradlin von Guns 'N' Roses zelebrierten, fehlt hingegen. Dafür versuchte man, "Flashpoint" mit der wunderschönen Country-Nummer "Factory Girl" (von "Beggar's Banquet) und zwei neue Studioaufnahmen aufzuwerten - darunter der Antikriegs-Song "Highwire", mit dem die Stones ihre Aktualität für die 90er Jahre unter- streichen. ** Klang.: 07-08 ** Repertoire.: 07-08

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In 'American Psycho,' Bret Easton Ellis's vicious jab at yuppie degeneracy, Patrick Bateman, the novel's antihero, loathes live music. A Wall Street power-monger and a serial killer, Bateman is jazzed by only the sickest thrills – hacking up women and homeless men, accumulating megabuck consumer goods and high-fashion duds to lay a glossy surface over his emotionally dead soul. It's fitting, then, that the zestiest of arts – musicians sharing vital heat onstage – repulses him. He'd hate this album.

Ferociously live, Flashpoint thunders against the cynical Zeitgeist of which Ellis's monster is but the darkest example. Now, with concerts packaged as lip-syncing stunts and MTV pantomimes, it's startling to hear rock & roll so craftily passionate – and from players whose ages hover near fifty and who come trailing chains of history, myth and cash.

Chronicling the Steel Wheels/Urban Jungle World Tour – one of the most lucrative tours in rock history – the Stones' fifth live set finds them both faithful and fresh. From the house-quake riffs of "Start Me Up" to a joyous "Brown Sugar," the record is a textbook of rock & roll guitar. Relentlessly symbiotic, Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood trade blues, R&B and Chuck Berry motifs with ageless conviction; not only is the solo work deft (slashing on "You Can't Always Get What You Want," dangerous on "Miss You"), but Richards's mastery of end-the-verse filigrees and fretboard commentary matches the soaring brio of any great bluesman. Even guest ace Eric Clapton, on "Little Red Rooster," rouses himself from his usual tastefulness to blast the fierce pyrotechnics of old.

As for the vocals, Mick Jagger astonishingly plays it straighter than he has in years. A hint of trademark campiness colors a lovely "Ruby Tuesday," but mainly he's singing like he means it. Alternating the suave huskiness of a jaded dandy with gleeful monkey-man yelps on "Miss You," he brandishes the wit that has made him one of rock's ablest and most dramatic performers; on Flashpoint's nicest surprise, a tough take on "Factory Girl," the working-class valentine from Beggars Banquet, he musters true affection for the song's hard-bitten heroine.

While the numbers from Steel Wheels gain power in concert (particularly "Sad Sad Sad"), Flashpoint's triumph is the cluster of classics that ends the record. Propelled by the galloping drums of Charlie Watts, "Paint It Black" leads into a "Sympathy for the Devil" whose mix of Bo Diddley beat and elegant keyboards (courtesy of Chuck Leavell and Matt Clifford) nails the poetic menace of Jagger's sharpest lyrics. "Brown Sugar" simply rocks, and "Jumping Jack Flash" remains Jagger's signature raveup. With horns pumping, "Satisfaction" not only works the Stones hardest but recalls Otis Redding's funked-up version as well.

Two new studio songs, "Highwire," an editorial on the gulf war, and "Sex Drive," an Ohio Players-ish slice of funk, round out the record. They're competent songs but a bit distracting when compared with the live material.

Finally, Flashpoint underscores a truth: The Rolling Stones are hardly an oldies act, not one more dinosaur pack led out to stadiums to graze. Instead, they've become what they've always aspired to be – rockers with the staying power of roots musicians, veterans who continue to practice their art with skill and verve and undiminished soul.

PAUL EVANS - May 16, 1991
The Rolling Stone
 

 L y r i c s


Continental Drift

Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes in a strange disguise
Love comes

Open the door and let the light pour over
Open the door don't you keep me out
Open the door and let the light pour over
Hear me shout
Open the door and let the light pour over
Open the door don't you keep me out
Open the door and let the light pour over

Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes

It's a pure as silver
It's as pure as gold
It's a rushing river
Let it run all over me
It's as pure as silver
It's as pure as gold
Let it run all over me

Love comes
Love comes at the speed of light
Love comes at the speed of light


Start Me Up

If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop

You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up

If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can't compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up

Don't make a grown man cry
Don't make a grown man cry
Don't make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She's a mean, mean machine
Start it up

If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up

You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop

You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man cum
You, you make a dead man cum


Sad Sad Sad

Fling you out into orbit
No one's going to hear you shout
And fools aren't going to follow
You don't send the sleaze about

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

The elephant's in the bedroom
Throwing all his weight about
And I'm locked in the bathroom
Your screaams are gonna drown me out

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

I got a cold chill
I get a cool thrill
Are you ready for the gilded cage
Are you ready for the tears of rage
Come on baby, don't let them drown you out

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine...


Miss You

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

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When 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 are 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

Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come on! Come on!

I've been walking in Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
I've been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?"

Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say

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
I won't miss you child

I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
You've been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah

Lord, I miss you child

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

Lord, I miss you child

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah


Rock And A Hard Place

The fields of Eden
Are full of trash
And if we beg and we borrow and steal
We'll never get it back
People are hungry
They crowd around
And the city gets bigger as the country comes begging to town

We're stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place

This talk of freedom
And human rights
Means bullying and private wars and chucking all the dust into our eyes
And peasant people
Poorer than dirt
Who are caught in the crossfire with nothing to lose but their shirts

Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place

You'd better stop put on a kind face
Between a rock and a hard place

We're in the same boat
On the same sea
And we're sailing south
On the same breeze
building dream churches
With silver spires
And our rogue children
Are playing loaded dice

Give me truth now
Don't want no sham
I'd be hung drawn and quartered for a sheep just as well as a lamb

Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place
You'd better stop
Put on a kind face
Can't you see what you've done to me


Ruby Tuesday

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you may lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind?

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...


You Can't Always Get What You

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

We went down to the demonstration
To get your fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need


Factory Girl

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl
   

Can't Be Seen

I just can't be seen with you
I admit it anyway

I just got obscene with you
I don't stand a chance with you
I never did anyway

I can't even sleep with you
I'd always be awake
I just can't be seen with you
It's for your own sake
You're better off anyway
It's too dangerous baby
It's too dangerous
It's too dangerous
I just can't be seen with you

They set us up so they can shoot us down
Put us six feet underground
It's just too deep for me baby

I just can't be seen with you
Although it hurts me to say
Yeah it was just a dream with you
Yeah because you're married anyway

Oh shit

Babe I don't stand a chance with you
Oh you're better off this way
It's hit and run away
It's just too dangerous baby

I just can't be, yes I got to chill this thing with you
I just can't be
It's just too dangerous baby
Baby, it's just too much for me
I just can't be
I just can't be seen nowhere around you baby
I just can't be
It's too dangerous--it's just too dangerous baby
Even in the dark
I just can't be
Yeah I got to chill with you
I just can't be


Little Red Rooster

I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day

Keep everything in the farm yard upset in every way

The dogs begin to bark and hounds begin to howl
Dogs begin to bark and hounds begin to howl
Watch out strange cat people
Little red rooster's on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster
Please drive him home
If you see my little red rooster
Please drive him home
Ain't had no peace in the farm yard
Since my little red rooster's been gone


Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see your face, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

Aha, Aha, Aha, ...


Sympathy For The Devil

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

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

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

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

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

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

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

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

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

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

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

Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

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

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo


Brown Sugar

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him with the women just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' when it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now

Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should

I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you...how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a...just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
  

Jumpin' Jack Flash

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash


(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm drivin' in my car
and a man comes on the radio
and he's tellin' me more and more
useless information
supposed to misfire my imagination.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm watchin' my TV
and a man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no girl reaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm ridin' round the world
and I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no, I can't get no,
I can't get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction.


Highwire

We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks
We give 'em credit, You can call up the bank
It's just a business, You can pay us in crude
You’ll love these toys, just go play out your feuds
We got no pride, don't know whose boots to lick
We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick

So get up, stand up, out of my way
I wanna talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay
I wanna talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire
Sending men to the front line
And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
Of hot guns and cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire
Send the men to the front lines
And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine
With hot guns and cold, cold lies

Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist
Another Munich we just can't afford
We're gonna send in the 82nd Airborne

Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay
I wanna talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, outta my way
I wanna talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a dead lie
And hoping they don't taste the shell-fire
Of hot guns and cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a dead lie
Catching the fight on the primetime
With hot guns and cold, cold lies

Get up! Stand up!
Dealer! Stealer!
Hey!

We walk the highwire
Sending men to the front line
And hoping that we backed the right side
With hot guns and cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire
Sending men to the front line
And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold, cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire
We walk the highwire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold lies.


Sex Drive

I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
I've got to drive you crazy
Best you've ever had
I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
Got to drive you crazy
The best you've ever had

I can drive you fast
I can drive you slow
Put me on the hot seat
I've got no sense control
I'm a blot on the landscape
A blur on the beach
A bite of the cherry
I'll lick the fuzz right off the peach

I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
I've got to drive you crazy
The best you've ever had
The best you've ever had
I've got this sex
Oh I got this sexdrive
What you gonna do about that

You can take the bus
You can take the cab
But if you want to change your style
And live a life more versatile
We could be a smash

See you from behind
And they never gonna see again
Lookin' so fine
When you find another trick so fine
You never saw him going out all the night
And they look you all over
And you're gonna see the light
Oh, let's make it tonight

I got this sexdrive
Driving me mad
I've got to drive you crazy
The best you've ever had
The best you've ever had
I've got this sex
Chuka lucka boom
Please give me some room
Chucka lucka back
Please give some slack
I've got this sex
I've got this sex
I've got this sexdrive

See you from behind
And they never gonna see again
Lookin' so fine
When you find another trick so fine
You never saw him going out all the night
And they look you all over
And you're gonna see the light
Oh, let's make it tonight
I've got this sex
I've got this sexdrive

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