Текст песни Rolling Stones - Memo From Turner

Received: from herman.cs.uoguelph.ca by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Tue, 12 Oct 1993 11:30:18 -0700
Message-Id: <199310121830.AA11965@animal-farm.nevada.edu>
Received: by herman.cs.uoguelph.ca
	(1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA25999; Tue, 12 Oct 93 14:27:40 -0400
Date: Tue, 12 Oct 93 14:27:40 -0400
From: Steve L Portigal 
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature,alt.guitar.tab
Organization: Akbar and Jeff's Thesis Hut
Reply-To: stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca

Path: nermal.cs.uoguelph.ca!torn!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!mcsun!sun4nl!news.sara.nl!HASARA11.SARA.NL!SELD1020
Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature,alt.guitar.tab
Message-ID: <16C65AE4C.SELD1020@HASARA11.SARA.NL>
From: SELD1020@HASARA11.SARA.NL ( Hans van der Hof )
Date: Tue, 12 Oct 93 12:23:40 CET
Organization: S..R.. Academic Computing Services Amsterdam
Nntp-Posting-Host: vm1.sara.nl
X-Newsreader: NNR/VM S_1.3.2
Lines: 98
Xref: nermal.cs.uoguelph.ca rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature:8132 alt.guitar.tab:13571

                    Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt.
You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.

Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six
You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick
You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man,
your sweat shined sweet and strong
Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part
that's not   screwed on

Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five

You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean
You're the man who squats behind the man
who works            the soft machine
Come now, gentlemen, your love  is all I crave
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing,
laughing            in my grave

Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean
Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be   strong with your beast
Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please
The baby's dead, my lady said.
You gentlemen       will you all         work for me

When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on
And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed
To have that tasty habit,
it's not       the hands    that bleed

Hans

--
|  Steve Portigal, Dep't of CIS, University of Guelph, Guelph, ON, N1G 2W1   |
|  email: stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca    Phone: (519) 824-4120 ext 3580  |
| ~~~~~~~~ ask me about 'undercover' the Rolling Stones mailing list ~~~~~~~ |
|               Time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me..            |