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The Rolling Stones: Sticky Fingers

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1971
Time:
 46:27
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Jimmy Miller
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.stones.com
Appears with: Mick Jagger, Bill Wyman, Ronnie Wood
Purchase date: 1997.07.08
Price in €: 16,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Brown Sugar (Jagger/Richards) - 3:49
[2] Sway (Jagger/Richards) - 3:51
[3] Wild Horses (Jagger/Richards) - 5:42
[4] Can't You Hear Me Knocking (Jagger/Richards) - 7:14
[5] You Gotta Move (Davis/McDowell) - 2:32
[6] Bitch (Jagger/Richards) - 3:36
[7] I Got the Blues (Jagger/Richards) - 3:52
[8] Sister Morphine (Faithfull/Jagger) - 5:31
[9] Dead Flowers (Jagger/Richards) - 4:03
[10] Moonlight Mile (Jagger/Richards) - 5:56

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Mick Jagger - Guitar, Harmonica, Percussion, Keyboards, Vocals
Keith Richards - Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals
Mick Taylor - Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocals
Charlie Watts - Drums
Bill Wyman - Synthesizer, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Vocals

Billy Preston - Organ, Keyboards, Vocals
Ray Cooper - Guitar, Mandolin
Nicky Hopkins - Piano, Keyboards
Jack Nitzsche - Percussion, Piano, Keyboards
Jim Price - Piano, Trumpet, Horn
Jimmy Miller - Percussion, Producer
Paul Buckmaster - Strings, Arranger
Jim Dickinson - Piano
Rocky Dzidzornu - Percussion
Bobby Keys - Horn, Saxophone
Jim Miller - Percussion
Ian Stewart - Piano, Keyboards
Rocky Dijon - Conga

Glyn Johns - Engineer
Andy Johns - Engineer
Jimmy Johnson - Engineer
Chris Kimsey - Engineer
Andy Warhol - Design

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


 "...driving, intense, wide-open rock..."New Musical Express (7/9/94, p.43) - 9 - Excellent Plus - "...captures the Stones bluesy swagger in a...dark-land where few dare to tread...even the jaunty country take `Dead Flowers' has a derisive sneer beneath the hokum delivery..."

Rolling Stone 6/10/71, p.42



Recorded at Muscle Shoals Sound Studio, Muscle Shoals, Alabama and Olympic Studios, London, England.All tracks have been digitally remastered.All songs written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards except "You Gotta Move" (Fred McDowell).Sounding subdued, or at least more wary than most Stones albums, STICKY FINGERS' 1971 release betrayed the difficulties the band members were enduring. From Mick's breakup with the emotionally troubled Marianne Faithfull, to Keith's concern about his newborn son Marlon, the band found themselves re-evaluating their lives, and this depth of emotion made its way into the album. Be it in the terrifyingly spare "Sister Morphine" and "Moonlight Mile," or the near-dangerous electrified "Can't You Hear Me Knocking," the songs on STICKY FINGERS are anything but innocent.The lineup on this album solidified with Mick Taylor in place as a second guitarist. Recorded partially in the legendary Muscle Shoals studio in Alabama, the Stones were flirting with the blues, but adding a Southern soul flavor. Much of STICKY FINGERS is this tasteful mixture of blues and soul.Added to the brew are the spicy horn arrangements of saxophonist Bobby Keys and trumpet player Jim Price. The use of horns in the Stones' repertoire seemed inevitable--when they kick in during "Brown Sugar" and "Bitch," it's as if Keith's guitar is rebirthed in brass. STICKY FINGERS proved that the endless summer of the 1960s was over, but that the Stones would rock just as hard in the following decade.

Pieced together from outtakes and much-labored-over songs, Sticky Fingers manages to have a loose, ramshackle ambience that belies both its origins and the dark undercurrents of the songs. It's a weary, drug-laden album -- well over half of the songs explicitly mention drug use, while the others merely allude to it either in subject matter or their tone -- that never fades away, but it barely keeps afloat. Apart from the classic opener "Brown Sugar" (a gleeful tune about slavery, interracial sex, lost virginity and not in that order), the long workout "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" and the mean-spirited "Bitch," Sticky Fingers is a slow, bluesy affair, with a few country touches thrown in for good measure. The laidback tone of the album gives ample room for new lead guitarist Mick Taylor to stretch out, particularly on the extended coda of "Can't You Hear Me Knocking." But the key to the album isn't the instrumental interplay, although that is terrific, it's the utter weariness of the songs. "Wild Horses" is their first non-ironic stab at country song and it is a beautiful, heart-tugging masterpiece. Similarly, "I Got the Blues" is a ravished, late-night classic that ranks among their very best blues. "Sister Morphine" is a horrific overdose tale and "Moonlight Mile," with Paul Buckmaster's grandiose strings, is a perfect closure -- sad, yearning, drug-addled and beautiful. With its off-handed mixture of decadence, roots-music and outright malevolence, Sticky Fingers set the tone for the rest of the decade for the Stones.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



"The record stands as the classic "decadent" Stones' album - Jagger's singing on "Dead Flowers", "Sister Morphine" and "Wild Horses" finds few equals in its chronicling of exhaustion."

ROLLING STONE ALBUM GUIDE *****
 

 L y r i c s


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 whip 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' where 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 here 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  


SWAY

Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time

It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway

Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
For all my friends out on the burial ground
Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway

There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out

Hey, hey, hey now
One day I woke up to find
Right in the bed next to mine
Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me...

It's just that demon life has got me...  


WILD HORSES

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day  


CAN'T YOU HEAR ME KNOCKING

Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got plastic boots
Y'all got cocaine eyes
Yeah, you got speed-freak jive

Can't you hear me knockin' on your window
Can't you hear me knockin' on your door
Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah

Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger

Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep?
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys
Alright now

Hear me ringing big bell tolls
Hear me singing soft and low
I've been begging on my knees
I've been kickin', help me please
Hear me prowlin'
I'm gonna take you down
Hear me growlin'
Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now
Hear me howlin'
And all, all around your street now
Hear me knockin'
And all, all around your town


YOU GOTTA MOVE

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, child
You gotta move
Oh, when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that police
Upon his beat
But then the Lord gets ready
You gotta move

You gotta move  


BITCH

Feeling so tired, can't understand it
Just had a fortnight's sleep
I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted
Ain't touched a thing all week

I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy
Ain't touched a drink all night
I'm feeling hungry, can't see the reason
Just ate a horse meat pie

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright

Yeah, you got to mix it child
You got to fix it must be love
It's a bitch
You got to mix it child
You got to fix it but love
It's a bitch, alright

Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud
Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on
Don't have no bark or bite, alright

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is bumpin' louder than a big bass drum, alright

I said hey, yeah I feel alright now
Got to be a...
Hey, I feel alright now
Hey hey hey
Hey hey yeah...


I GOT THE BLUES

As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue

As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for you, yeah

Every night you've been away
I've sat down and I have prayed
That you're safe in the arms of a guy
Who will bring you alive
Won't drag you down with abuse

In the silk sheet of time
I will find peace of mind
Love is a bed full of blues

And I've got the blues for you
And I've got the blues for you
And I'll bust my brains out for you
And I'll tear my hair out
I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you
If you don't believe what I'm singing
At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well
I'm singing my song for you


SISTER MORPHINE

Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I can't crawl across the floor
Ah, can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score

Well it just goes to show
Things are not what they seem
Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last

Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
Ah, come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed
'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead
Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
Clean white sheets stained red.  


DEAD FLOWERS

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave  


MOONLIGHT MILE

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow
In the window there's a face you know
Don't the nights pass slow
Don't the nights pass slow

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be lying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow
Let the air waves flow

Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road

I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm riding down you moonlight mile

Let it go now, come on up babe
Yeah, let it go now
Yeah, flow now baby
Yeah move on now yeah

Yeah, I'm coming home
'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Down the road, down the road

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