Simpatia com o Diabo

Este tema é para mim o melhor dos Rolling Stones, e este tema tem nada mais nada menos do que 41 anos, continuem por favor, já existem macas e cadeiras de rodas, não há desculpa.




Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans 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 whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
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 generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats 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
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats 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 whats 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 Im 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 Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats 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

Gritos mudos

Eternamente, Xutos, palavras pra quê! Quem não foi ao restelo não sabe o que perdeu, surpreenderam-me demais, tocaram com uma alma e uma pujança caracteristica mesmo deles, adorei. E este é um álbum que só tem 19 anos, intemporais.



Neons vazios num excesso de consumo
Derramam cores pelas pedras do passeio
A cidade passa por nós adormecida
Esgotam-se as drogas p'ra sarar a grande ferida

Gritos mudos chamando a atencao
P'ra vida que se joga sem nenhuma razao

E o coracao aperta-se e o estomago sobe à boca
Aquecem-nos os ouvidos com uma cancao rouca
E o perigo é grande e a tensao enorme
Afinam-se os nervos até que tudo acorde

Gritos mudos chamando a atencao
P'ra vida que se joga sem nenhuma razao

E a noite avanca, e esgotam-se as forcas
Secam como o vinho que enchia as tacas
E para-se o carro num baldio qualquer
E juntam-se as bocas até morrer

Gritos mudos chamando a atencao
P'ra vida que se joga com toda a razao