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The Rolling Stones is the debut album by the Rolling Stones, released by Decca Records in the UK on 16 April 1964. The album is included in Robert Dimery's 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
So get up, stand up, out of my way I wanna talk to the boss right away Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay I wanna talk to the man right away. We walk the highwire Sending men to the front line And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire Of hot guns and cold, cold lies.
ARTIST: ROLLING STONES ALBUM:?FLASHPOINT TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EE-MAIL: guitarzan7ail. PLAY INTRO OVER THESE WORDS) Get up, stand up, whose gonna pay I want to talk to the man right away. CHORUS: GG We walk the highwire. DD Sending the men up to the front line. CC Hoping they don't catch the hell fire. DD With hot guns and cold, cold nights. GG We walk the highwire. CC And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine.
Rolling Stones Records. Flashpoint (CD, Album, RE, RM, fol). Polydor, Rolling Stones Records, Real News. 0600753595121, - Greece.
But somehow this album merely falls into that venerable Stones tradition of supra-throwaway albums, collections like December’s Children and Flowers that by their very slapdash cynicism validate themselves and charm us into feeling that they’re as sure a representation of the Stones ethos as brand-new and more unified efforts like Let It Bleed. Hot Rocks (London 2PS 606-7) is even crasser than Flowers and Children, because it’s the first Stones album on which every track has been represented on albums previously released in this country.
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