Re: Part 2 Exile - Rip This Joint versus Turd On The Run
Date: May 21, 2006 08:13
according to keno site:
Recorded between December 1971 and March, 1972. Released on Exile On Main Street in 1972.
Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger Background Vocals: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards Electric Guitars: Keith Richards & Mick Taylor Upright Bass: Bill Plummer Drums: Charlie Watts Piano: Nicky Hopkins Saxophone: Bobby Keys Trumpet & Trombone: Jim Price
i don't know if mah brother was kidding/teasing about the seemingly simplistic lyrix of RTJ, or serious about 'em...earlier in this thread...
but please excuse the below paste...don't it (the lyrix)
read just perfectly?
this has been one of my absolute favorite pieces of music for 36 years...
it has NEVER not worked for me...
i think it does the genuis of chuck berry at his most engagingly lyrical...
very proud.
and little richard, at his most almost out of control mega HOT lyrical ranteroonies...does that very proud also...
i know it seems like throwaway nonsense to most of my friends...
but i think it's as evocative as johnny b. goode or the best of ANY breakthru
trad rock blistering power song about the glory and release of rock and roll...
trivia perhaps, but i believe this to be the fastest, or second fastest, (as to beats per minute) song they ever recorded.
sometime around this tour i think it was;
i once read a reviewer say 'mick jagger sings like his tongue is on fire'
or something close to that...
rip this joint epitomizes what i believe everybody goes to a stones show for...
what those who really need rock & roll actually kinda live for.
to let it rock and rip it up for the hottest times of our lives.
what a uniquely incredible band. what a gift...
RIP THIS JOINT
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Mama says yes, Papa says no,
Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go.
I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall,
Drive myself right over the wall.
Rip this joint, gonna save your soul,
Round and round and round we go.
Roll this joint, gonna get down low,
Start my starter, gonna stop the show.
Oh, yeah!
Mister President, Mister Immigration Man,
Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land.
I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too,
Short Fat Fanny is on the loose.
Dig that sound on the radio,
Then slip it right across into Buffalo.
Dick and Pat in ole D.C.,
Well they're gonna hold some shit for me.
Ying yang, you're my thing,
Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing.
Flip Flop, fit to drop,
Come on baby, won't you let it rock?
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
From San Jose down to Santa Fe,
Kiss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day.
Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean,
'Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen.
Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too,
Some brand new steps and some weight to lose.
Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low,
Round and round and round we'll go.
Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn.
Little Rock and I'm fit to drop.
Ah, let it rock.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 2006-05-21 08:22 by Beelyboy.