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| Simpathy For The Devil Original de The Rolling Stones en "Beggars Banquet".
Aparece en la BSO de "Entrevista con el Vampiro" y en el recopilatorio "Vertigo" 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 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. 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 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 with glee
While 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
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed 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 heads is tails
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 politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed 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, you're to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's my 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 Only Women Bleed Original de Alice Cooper.
Man got his woman to take his seed
He got the power, oh she got the need
She spends her life through, pleasin up her man
feeds him dinner or, anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women Bleeeeed
Man makes your hair grey, he's your life's mistake
all your really lookin' for's an even break
He lies right at you, you know you hate this game
Slaps you once 'n' a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleeeed
Bridge
Black eyes All of the time
don't spend a dime clean up the grime
and you there down on your knees
beggin' me please to come watch me bleed
Only women bleed { to fade }
Come Together Original de Beatles.
Cantada a duo por Axl y Bruce Springsteen en 1994 en el Rock N'Roll Hall Of Fame. Here come old flat top, he come groovin' up slowly
He got joo joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker
He just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine,He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger,He shoot coca-cola
He say I know you,you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me
He bag production,He got walrus gumboot
He got ono sideboard,he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair,you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me
He roller coaster,He got early warning
He got muddy water,He one mojo filter
He say one and one and one is three
Got to be good lookin`,`cause he`s so hard to see
Come together right now over me
Come together
Come together
Come together
Come together
Come together
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| Crash Diet Crash diet of reds'n'ludes
A shot of vitamin C and a bottle of booze
Too stupid to live with nothin' to lose
In your one track mind now
Where's that leave you?
Drink'n'drive white lightning faster baby
Takin' your last ride
Now better be so careful or you'll be dead before you time
Sorry you took mother's car now
Tears in my eyes, baby please don't go
You bet (?!) one too many, now one for the road
fresh outta detox, fresh from jail
Took your rehabilitation and you drove me to hell
Drink'n'drive white lightning faster
Takin' your last ride
Better be so careful or you'll be dead before your time
Sorry you took mohter's car now
Too soon, you thought ... ?!
Too late for the pressure and strain
Too bad for those who don't believe it
Ruby street still calls your name
[guitar solo]
Itchy trigger finger and the race to be alive
Smokin' a cig while you drink'n'drive
With no control in your life ahead
You're never gonna see if you wind up dead
Drink'n'drive white lightning faster
Takin' your last ride
Better be so careful or you'll be dead before your time
Drink'n'drive white lightning baby
It's always on your mind
Push or pull your limits baby, do it one more time
Break it down
Break it down
Somethin''s changin', somethin''s breakin'
You gotta be a brother, 'coz ?! your family
?!.... Oh make it
Sweet mystery, Ooohhhh
If you don't care about yourself
Would you please leave me alive
Oooohhhh...
You gonna
You gonna drink'n'drive
Oooohhhhh, Yeeaaah! Sail Away Sweet Sister Original de Queen en "The One"
En conciertos es introduccion a Sweet Child O'Mine. Sail away sweet sister
Sail across the sea
Maybe you'll find somebody
That will love you half as much as me
My heart is always with you
No matter what you do
So sail away sweet sister
Cause I'll always be in love with you
But let her be somebody else's queen
I don't want to know about you
Cuz too many others know what I mean
And that's why I got to live without you
I'm in love with a girl
Been talkin' about
I'm in love with a girl
That I can't live without
I'm in love but it feels like
I'm livin' it out
I'm in love but I must have picked a Bad Time
To be in love Heartbreak Hotel Original de Elvis Ever since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
It's down at the end of lonely street at Heartbreak Hotel.
(Chorus:)
You make me so lonely baby, I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.
2. And although it's always crowded,
you still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers do cry away their gloom.
(repeat chorus)
3. Well, the Bell hop's tears keep flowin',
and the desk clerk's dressed in black.
Well they been so long on lonely street
They ain't ever gonna look back.
(repeat chorus)
4. Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
and you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street to Heartbreak Hotel.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Heartbreak Hotel (live version)
Since my baby left me I've found a new place to dwell:
Down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel.
I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely,
I'm so fuckin' lonely I could die.
And though' it's always crowded, you still can find some room
Where broken hearted lovers do cry away their gloom.
And be so lonely, oh so lonely,
Oh so lonely they could die.
Well the Bell hop's tears keep flowing, the desk clerk's dressed in black.
They been so long on Lonely Street they're never ever comin' back
And you know that they're so lonely, oh they're so lonely,
They're so fuckin' lonely they wanna die.
So if your baby leaves, you've got a tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street to the Heartbreak Hotel
Where you'll be lonely and I'll be lonely,
You'll be so lonely that you wanna die (one more time).
Don't let me cry (repeated)
You can do whatever you want tonight, but don't say goodbye
Don't let me cry
Don't say goodbye
Don't let me cry
(repeated)
Aw Yeah! Jumpin' Jack Flash
Original de Rolling Stones (1968)
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.
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!
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| Shadow Of Your Love Took my chances carelessly,
choked on my own cigarette.
You can hand me another bottle of whiskey baby
but you aint seen the worst yet.
Now I'm reckless, gonna have some fun
and the woman who is dead,
who was out alnight, no I'm not the only one.
And I ain't standing, never standing
in the shadow of your love
shadow of your love
shadow of your love
shadow of your love.
Wrote my changes helplessly,
yeah but I got no regrets.
Money it was on the table
so I booked with all the bets.
Living like a ( lemon??? ) aint so hot,
and you aint my idea,
of one high-rollin' shot.
No I ain't standing, never standing...
Chorus
( Big dark clouds ??> ) hanging over your head,
hope you've heard, baby all I've said.
( You've been told, what I've said??? )
No use crying, you're as good as dead.
Now I'm reckless, gonna have some fun
and the woman who is dead, who is out alright
now I'm not the only one.
And I ain't standing, never standing... Dead Flowers
Original de Rolling Stones.
Versionada tambien por Gilby Clarke con Axl en los coros en "Pawn Shop Guitars". When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little Suzie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding,
oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah
When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
Well I'll be in my basement room
with a needle and a spoon
And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah
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 at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah
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 at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eah
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eh eh eh eh yeah Whole Lotta Rosie: Original de AC/DC I wanna tell you a story
'bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh, she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exaclty small
42-39-56
You can say she's got it all
Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doin' all the things
Doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighin' in at nineteen stone
You're a whole lot of woman
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman
Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one that turns
Only one that turns me on
All through the night-time
Right around the clock
To my surprise
Rosie never stops
You're a whole lot of woman
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman Salt Of The Earth Original de Rolling Stones lets drink to the hard working people
lets drink to the lowly of birth
raise your glass to the good and the evil
lets drink to the salt of the earth
(mick sings the rest)
say a prayer for the common foot soldier
spare a thought for his back breaking work
say a prayer for his wife and his children
who burn the fires and who still till the earth
and when i search a faceless crowd
a swirling mass of gray and
black and white
they don't look real to me
in fact, they look so strange
raise your glass to the hard working people
lets drink to the uncounted heads
lets think of the wandering millions
who need leaders but get gamblers instead
spare a thought for the stay at home voter
his empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
and a parade of the gray suited grafters
a choice of cancer or polio
and when i...
lets drink to the hard working people
lets think of the lowly of birth
spare a thought for the rag taggy people
lets drink to the salt of the earth
lets drink to the hard working people
lets drink to the salt of the earth
lets think of the two thousand million
lets think of the humble of birth
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