The Rolling Stones - Beggars Banquet


	Sympathy For The Devil (Jagger/Richards) Recorded: June 5 & 6, 8 - 10, 1968. Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger Bass: Keith Richards Electric Guitar: Keith Richards Maracas, other Percussion: Bill Wyman Drums: Charlie Watts Congas: Rocky Dijon Piano: Nicky Hopkins Back Vocals: Keith Richards, Brian Jones, Bill Wyman, Marianne Faithfull, Anita Pallenberg & Jimmy Miller 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 at St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Tzar 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, ah 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 lay traps for troubadours 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 um yeah 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 mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah (whoo whoo, whoo whoo) (whoo whoo, whoo whoo)........ Oh yeah! 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 Woo Who (whoo whoo) Woo Who (whoo whoo) Woo (whoo whoo) alright (whoo whoo) Oh, who who, oh, who who, (whoo whoo) oh, who who Oh Yeah (whoo whoo) Woo, who who (whoo whoo) Woo, who who (whoo whoo) Ah yeah, a-what's my name (whoo whoo) Tell me, baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name (whoo whoo) Tell me, sweetie, (whoo whoo) what's my name (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Oh, who, who (whoo whoo) Woo, who, who (whoo whoo) Ah, yeah! Whoo whoo Woo Who Who Whoo whoo

	No Expectations (Jagger/Richards) Recorded May and June, 1968. Vocal: Mick Jagger Acoustic Slide Guitar: Brian Jones Acoustic Rhythm Guitar: Keith Richards Bass: Bill Wyman Percussion: Charlie Watts Piano: Nicky Hopkins Take me to the station And put me on a train I've got no expectations To pass through here again Once I was a rich man and Now I am so poor But never in my sweet short life Have I felt like this before Your heart is like a diamond You throw your pearls at swine And as I watch you leaving me You pack my peace of mind Our love was like the water That splashes on a stone Our love is like our music Its here, and then its gone So take me to the airport And put me on a plane I got no expectations To pass through here again

	Dear Doctor (Jagger/Richards) Recorded May 13 - 21, 1968. Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger Guitars: Keith Richards, Brian Jones (?), Dave Mason (?) ※Complete Works によると Keith & D.Mason Harmonica: Brian Jones (?) or Mick Jagger (?) ※Complete Works によると Brian Bass:Bill Wyman Drums: Charlie Watts Piano: Nicky Hopkins Background Vocals: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart It's sleepin, it's a beatin' Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it Right there in that jar? Oh help me, please mama, I'm sick'ning It's today that's the day of the plunge Oh the gal I'm to marry Is a bow-legged sow I've been soakin' up drink like a sponge "Don't ya worry, get dressed," cried my mother As she plied me with bourbon so sour Pull your socks up, put your suit on Comb your long hair down, For you will be wed in the hour So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart I'm sleepin, it's a beatin' Can't ya please take it out, and preserve it Right there in that jar? Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart It's sleepin, it's a beatin' Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve it Right there in that jar? I was tremblin', as I put on my jacket It had creases as sharp as a knife I put the ring in my pocket But there was a note And my heart it jumped into my mouth It read, "Darlin', I'm sorry to hurt you. But I have no courage to speak to your face. But I'm down in Virginia with your cousin Lou There be no wedding today." So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged You can put back my heart in its hole Oh mama, I'm cryin' Tears of relief And my pulse is now under control

	Parachute Woman (Jagger/Richards) Recorded March 25, 1968. Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger Guitars: Keith Richards & Brian Jones (?) ※Complete Works によると Brian不在 Harmonica: Mick Jagger Bass:Bill Wyman Drums: Charlie Watts Parachute woman, land on me tonight Parachute woman, land on me tonight I'll break big in New Orleans And I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute woman, join me for a ride Parachute woman, join me for a ride I'll make my blow in Dallas And get hot again in half the time Parachute woman, will you blow me out? Parachute woman, will you blow me out? Well, my heavy throbbers itchin' Just to lay a solorhy rhythm down

	Jig-Saw Puzzle (Jagger/Richards) Recorded March 25, 1968. Vocal: Mick Jagger Acoustic Guitar: Keith Richards Electric Slide Guitar: Brian Jones Mellotron: Brian Jones Drums: Charlie Watts Bass: Bill Wyman ※Complete Works によると Keith、ビルはsynth Piano: Nicky Hopkins There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the bishop's daughter On the other side She looks a trifle jealous She's been an outcast all her life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning With his luger in his hand But when he gets home to his children He's a family man But when it comes to the nitty-gritty He can shove in his knife Yes he really looks quite religious He's been an outlaw all his life Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh the singer, he looks angry At being thrown to the lions And the bass player, he looks nervous About the girls outside And the drummer, he's so shattered Trying to keep on time And the guitar players look damaged They've been outcasts all thier lives Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas Wave their hankies in the air All burning up their pensions And shouting, "It's not fair!" There's a regiment of soldiers Standing looking on And the queen is bravely shouting, "What the hell is going on?" With a blood-curdling "tally-ho" She charged into the ranks And blessed all those grandmas who With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!" Me, I'm just waiting so patiently With my woman on the floor We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore

	Street Fighting Man (Jagger/Richards) Originally titled "Pay Your Dues" with different lyrics. Recorded March & April, 1968. Vocals: Mick Jagger Acoustic Guitars: Keith Richards Sitar & Tamboura: Brian Jones Bass: Keith Richards(?) or Bill Wyman (?) ※Complete Works によると Keith Drums:Charlie Watts Piano: Nicky Hopkins Shehani: Dave Mason Backing Vocals: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Well then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man No! Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution 'Cauce where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No! Get down Hey! Said my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man No Get down

	Prodigal Son (Wilkins) Recorded June 24, 1968. Vocals: Mick Jagger Acoustic Guitar: Keith Richards Bass:Bill Wyman ※Complete Works によるとBassなし Drums: Charlie Watts Harmonica: Brian Jones Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this world, where God only knows And that'll be the way to get along Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land Famine come in the land Spent all he had and famine come in the land Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man" And that'll be the way I'll get along Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine For to feed my swine I'll give you a job for to feed my swine" Boy stood there and hung his head and cried `Cause that is no way to get along Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Believe I'll go back home Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home Or down the road as far as I can go" And that'll be the way to get along Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me Coming home to me" Father ran and fell down on his knees Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me" Mercy Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried Hung his head and cried Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?" Yeah Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf, Call the family round Kill that calf and call the family round My son was lost but now he is found 'Cause that's the way for us to get along" Hey

	Stray Cat Blues (Jagger/Richards) Recorded April 3, 1968. Vocals: Mick Jagger Electric Guitars: Keith Richards Slide Guitar: Brian Jones Bass: Bill Wyman Drums: Charlie Watts Piano: Nicky Hopkins Electric Keyboards: Brian Jones Congas: Rocky Dijon Ah... Yeah, I got some tail I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime I can see that you're fifteen years old No I don't want your I.D. I can see that you're so far from home But that's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat I Bet, bet your mama don't know you scream like that I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that. You look so weird and so lost from home But you don't really miss your mother Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear But it's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh, yeah Woo! I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that I bet she don't know you can bite like that. You say you got a girlfriend, that she's wilder than you Why don't you bring her upstairs If she's so wild then she can join in too It's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back

	Factory Girl (Jagger/Richards) Recorded May, 1968. Vocal: Mick Jagger Acoustic Guitar: Keith Richards Mandolin: Dave Mason Violin/Fiddle: Rik Grech Congas: Rocky Dijon Bass: Bill Wyman Percussion: Charlie Watts 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

	Salt Of The Earth (Jagger/Richards) Recorded May, 1968. Opening Lead Vocal: Keith Richards Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger Acoustic Guitars: Keith Richards, Brian Jones ※Complete Works によるとBrian不在 Slide Guitar: Keith Richards Bass: Bill Wyman Drums: Charlie Watts Piano: Nicky Hopkins Backing Vocals: Watts Street Gospel Choir Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth 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 Let's drink to the uncounted heads Let's think of the wavering 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 look in the faceless crowd A swirling mass of grays and black and white They don't look real to me Or don't they look so strange Let's drink to the hard working people Let's think of the lowly of birth Spare a thought for the rag taggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the two thousand million Let's think of the humble of birth Lets raise our drink To the salt of the earth Lets raise our drink To the salt of the earth.......