Date: Thu, 26 Oct 1995 12:52:13 -0400
Subject: crd: Live With Me by The Rolling Stones
Here is one of my favortie Rolling Stones songs from the "Let It Bleed" album:
Live With Me
By Jagger/Richards
[D]I got nasty ha[A]bits, I[D] take tea at t[A]hree
Yes and the [D]meat I eat for di[A]nner
Must be[D] hung up for a w[A]eek
My bes[D]t friend he shoots wa[A]ter rats,
And fe[D]eds them to his g[A]eese
Do[D]n't ya think there's a p[A]lace for you
[D]In between the sh[A]eets?
[E]Come now, honey,
We can bu[G]ild a place for th[A]ree
[E]Come on now honey,
[G]Don't ya wanna live with me?[A]
There's a score of hair-brained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well they cue up for the bathroom
'round about 7:35
Don't ya think we need a womans touch to make it come alive'
You'd look good pram pushing,
down the high street
Come on now honey,
Don't ya wanna live with me?
(Last verse--no chorus, just keep playing D, A)
Oh, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, The butler has a place for her
behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, She's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
When she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes be crossed
Oh, don't ya think there's a place for us,
Right across the street
Don't ya think there's a place for you,
In between the sheets
Chris Lyerly
email: cmlyerly@eos.ncsu.edu
_______________________________________________________________________________
We must eradicate the Republican vermin. Christopher Mark Lyerly
Tenured Graduate Student
N. C. State University
Ierimiah Erat Rana
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"God told me to skin you alive"--Dead Kennedys
WILKIE
Subject: crd: Live With Me by The Rolling Stones
Here is one of my favortie Rolling Stones songs from the "Let It Bleed" album:
Live With Me
By Jagger/Richards
[D]I got nasty ha[A]bits, I[D] take tea at t[A]hree
Yes and the [D]meat I eat for di[A]nner
Must be[D] hung up for a w[A]eek
My bes[D]t friend he shoots wa[A]ter rats,
And fe[D]eds them to his g[A]eese
Do[D]n't ya think there's a p[A]lace for you
[D]In between the sh[A]eets?
[E]Come now, honey,
We can bu[G]ild a place for th[A]ree
[E]Come on now honey,
[G]Don't ya wanna live with me?[A]
There's a score of hair-brained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well they cue up for the bathroom
'round about 7:35
Don't ya think we need a womans touch to make it come alive'
You'd look good pram pushing,
down the high street
Come on now honey,
Don't ya wanna live with me?
(Last verse--no chorus, just keep playing D, A)
Oh, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, The butler has a place for her
behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, She's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
When she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes be crossed
Oh, don't ya think there's a place for us,
Right across the street
Don't ya think there's a place for you,
In between the sheets
Chris Lyerly
email: cmlyerly@eos.ncsu.edu
_______________________________________________________________________________
We must eradicate the Republican vermin. Christopher Mark Lyerly
Tenured Graduate Student
N. C. State University
Ierimiah Erat Rana
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"God told me to skin you alive"--Dead Kennedys
WILKIE
