Sticky Fingers de The Rolling Stones
Álbum de The Rolling Stones
- Sello Discográfico: Rolling Stones Records
Sticky Fingers es un álbum de The Rolling Stones, publicado en 1971 por Rolling Stones Records. El disco incluye 10 canciones, entre ellas «Brown Sugar», «Sway», «Wild Horses» y «Can't You Hear Me Knocking».
Listado de Canciones
- Brown Sugar3:50
Letra
Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in the market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doin' all right 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 beatin' cold, English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' when it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doin' all right You should have heard him just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a young girl should Brown Sugar, how come you dance so good 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 school boy but I know what I like You should have heard them just around midnight Brown Sugar, how come you taste so good Brown Sugar, just like a black girl should I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo! How come you, how come you dance so good Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo! Just like a, just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, wooo! - Sway3:45
- Wild Horses5:41
- Can't You Hear Me Knocking7:17
- You Gotta Move2:32
- Bitch3:42
Letra
I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnights sleep I'm feeling so strong, Ow!, so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm feelin' drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink all night Feeling hungry, can't see the reason Just had a horsemeat lie Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out My heart starts beating louder like a big bass drum, alright Yeah you got to mix it chile Ya got to fix it must be love It's a bitch Yeah. You got to mix it chile Ya got to fix it must be love It's a bitch allright Sometimes I'm s***, 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 God Yeah Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out My heart starts pumping louder like a big bass drum... - I Got The Blues4:00
Letra
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 Morphine5:34
- Dead Flowers4:05
Letra
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 Mile5:56