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Registrato a Parigi e pubblicato nel 1978 "Some Girls", oltre ad essere il disco dei Rolling Stones più venduto degli anni Settanta, ha il privilegio di riportare la band su buoni standard qualitativi. L'album si presenta subito con una copertina surreale ispirata all'arte di Andy Warhol dove i volti di famose attrici sono sovrapposti a quelli degli stessi Stones. Sul retro vengono mostrate invece vecchie fotografie usate per pubblicizzare reggiseni. Questa originalità grafica anticipa la musica più energicamente creativa e sporca fatta dai Rolling Stones dai tempi di "Exile On Main Street".
"Some Girls" conferma l'influenza di una certa funky music e di altri generi musicali che vanno naturalmente dal rock al sano rhythm 'n' blues. Anche una certa componente punk aleggia nello spirito stradaiolo del disco creando la sensazione generale che il gruppo abbia ritrovato la via principale del rock 'n' roll più scarno e oscuro. L'album è stato inciso con pochi artifici e il suono nel complesso risulta grezzo, spontaneo, diretto con le chitarre assolute protagoniste. I sessionmen sono presenti solo in tre canzoni su dieci e il lavoro di Keith Richards è sfavillante in tutto il disco. E' lui infatti con i suoi vitali riff che riporta gli Stones al suono vintage delle radici. L'apertura è affidata alla furba e universalmente conosciuta "Miss You", singolo molto venduto e assai trasmesso all'epoca, influenzato da ritmi funky, denso di musica nera e con Mick Jagger istrionico protagonista. La seguente "When The Whip Comes Down" è un rock chitarristico deciso, serrato e privo di inutili orpelli. Della stessa sostanza sono fatte "Respectable" e la selvaggia "Lies", pezzi tirati e punkeggianti. Stupiscono la presenza di "Shattered", una sorta di rap ante litteram e la ripresa di "Just My Immagination" degli Impressions, due pezzi di matrice diversa che rendono ancor più ricco di influenze il sound del gruppo in questo lavoro. Come tradizione in un disco degli Stones non possono mancare le ballate.
"Far Away Eyes" è una classica country ballad alla Gram Parsons mentre l'energica "Beast Of Burden", con i suoi notevoli intrecci di chitarre, è gioia per i sensi. Keith Richards si regala una parte solista e un gran riff nella classica "Before They Make Me Run" mentre il brano che intitola l'intero lavoro è un potente rock-blues con un testo in cui Jagger ritrova la sua vena maschilista di un tempo e un pizzico di sana volgarità che manderà su tutte le furie le femministe di mezzo mondo. Il successo del disco fu completato da un nuovo tour di sette settimane negli Stati Uniti che comprendeva sia spettacoli in grandi arene che nei teatri. Concerti spesso aperti da artisti del calibro di Patti Smith, Santana, Dobbie Brothers, in cui la band si affidava di più all' energia della musica che ai costumi e alle scenografie. "Some Girls" riscattò gli Stones dalla prova mediocre di "Black And Blue" e riportò il gruppo sui giusti binari di un suono ruvido e vero legato al concetto originario di rock 'n' roll.
E' un disco di puro divertimento, privo di cadute di tono e senza momenti noiosi che segna inoltre la nascita virtuale di un nuovo modo di intendere la musica da parte del gruppo che ritroveremo nei seguenti e vendutissimi "Emotional Rescue" e "Tatto You".
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01 Miss You (04:48)
I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you tonight
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
The phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say
"Hey, what's the matter, man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that's just dyin' to meet you
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Ooh baby why you wait so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come home, come home
I've been walking in Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
Stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, "What's the matter with you, boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to, to myself
Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Yes, baby
07 Respectable (03:07)
M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Well now we're respected in society
We don't worry about the things that we used to be
We're talking heroin with the president
Well it's a problem, sir, but it can't be bent
Uh yes!
Well now you're a pillar of society
You don't worry about the things that you used to be
You're a rag-trade girl, you're the queen of porn
You're the easiest lay on the White House lawn
Get out of my life, don't come back
Get out of my life, don't come back
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so delectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
What I say!
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Oh get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so delectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back...woo!
Get out of life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back, come back, hey
09 Beast of Burden (04:25)
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles and my feet are hurting
All I want is you to make love to me
I don't need beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
10 Shattered (03:47)
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming, my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags (Shadoobie, shattered)
Directing traffic, some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta, I can't give it away on 7th Avenue (Shadoobie, shattered)
This town's been wearing tatters, uh-huh
Shadoobie, shattered
Work and work for love and sex
And ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
Shattered, does it matter?
Shattered
Ahh look at me, I'm shattered
I'm shattered
Look at me, I'm shattered
Shattered
Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street (Tatters)
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I've been battered (Shattered)
What does it matter? (Shattered)
Does it matter? (Shattered)
Uh-huh, does it matter?
Uh-huh, I'm shattered
Mmm, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Don't you know the crime rate's going up, up, up, up, up (Shadoobie, shattered)
To live in this town, you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
You got rats on the west side, bed bugs uptown (Shadoobie, shattered)
What a mess, this town's in tatters, I've been shattered (Shadoobie, shattered)
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan (Shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, uh-huh (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
My friends they come around they (Shadoobie, shattered)
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter (Shadoobie, shattered)
Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
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