«Sympathy For The Devil» by The Rolling Stones
Composers: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Lyrics:
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
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 whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I 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
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Whats puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee as your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made
I shouted out
«Who killed the Kennedys?»
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah
Well, get down, hit it
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But whats confusin’ you is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer
Cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, mmm yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, mmm yeah
But whats puzzling you is the nature of my game
«Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones
Producer: Andrew Loog Oldham
Composers: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Lyricists: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Associated Performers: Mick Jagger, Brian Jones, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman
Lyrics:
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre 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, I must have it painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its 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 walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see your face, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun flying high in the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
Brian Connolly — lead vocals
Andy Scott — guitar, synthesizer, vocals
Steve Priest — bass, vocals
Mick Tucker — drums, percussion, vocals
The recording was produced by Phil Wainman.
The song was written by Mike Chapman and Nicky Chinn
Single Chart Positions:
Germany: 1
Australia: 1
Canada: 1
Denmark: 1
Ireland: 1
Great Britain: 2
Norway: 2
Switzerland: 3
Sweden: 3
South Africa: 3
Netherlands: 4
Austria: 5
USA: 5
Finland: 10
— Directed by Zach Wilson of Two Brothers Films.
Recorded and Mixed by Orion Paradis at www.soulsound.ca
We recognize and thank Creative Saskatchewan for their financial support in the production of this video.
— Lyrics:
Dead Love couldnt go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I aint coming home with you
My lifes a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe dont know what Im gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didnt hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell Ill be in good company
Dead Love couldnt go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I aint coming home with you
My lifes a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe dont know what Im gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didnt hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell Ill be in good company
01 — Roxanne 00:00
02 — Cant Stand Losing You 03:09
03 — So Lonely 06:07
04 — Message In A Bottle 10:55
05 — Walking On The Moon 15:46
06 — The Beds Too Big Without You 20:50
07 — Dont Stand So Close To Me 25:11
08 — De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da 29:08
09 — Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic 33:15
10 — Invisible Sun 37:38
11 — Spirits In The Material World 41:20
12 — Synchronicity II 44:18
13 — Every Breath You Take 49:19
14 — King Of Pain 53:30
15 — Wrapped Around Your Finger 58:28
16 — Tea In The Sahara 1:03:42