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MEMO FROM TURNER
Recorded on November 17, 1968. Released in 1975 on the Metamorphosis
The first lineup
below is the one heard on the Stones Metamorphosis album.
The second lineup is from the Performance
movie soundtrack, and also on the Stones album The London Years,
although this second version is
not a Stones song at all, but was recorded earlier as a
solo Mick Jagger song and only features Mick, and has slightly different lyrics.
Why it ended up on a Stones album is not known. There is
a question about who is playing drums on the Metamorphosis cut. One thing for
sure is that Keith Richards didn't play guitar on any of the session's tracks.
MEMO FROM TURNER (Metamorphosis
Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger
Guitars: Brian Jones, Steve Winwood & Al Kooper
Bass: Bill Wyman Drums: Charlie Watts (?) or Jim Capali (?)
Keyboards: Al Kooper
Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night
Weren't you eating eggs in Sammy's there when the black man drew the knife
Didn't you drown the Jew in Rampton when he washed his sleeveless shirt
With a Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kirk
Come now, gentlemen, there must be some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming now, you fixed your business straight
Weren't you at the Convacoby back in 1956
You're a faggot, little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man, your sweat shines sweet and strong
Your organ's working perfectly but there's a part that's screwed on wrong
Ah weren't you at the Coke convention back in 1965
You're the misbred, gray executive that I've seen heavily advertised
You're the man that's a careful baby man and can only be so 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
Yeah when the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on
And the young girls eat their mommy's' meat from tubes of plasticon
So be wary, please, my gentle friend of all the skins you breed
They have a nasty habit, that is they bite the hand that feeds
So remember who you say you are and keep your trousers clean
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast
So Rosie dear, don't you think it's queer, so stop me if you please
The baby's dead, my lady said "You schmucks all work for me"
MEMO FROM TURNER
Lead Vocal: Mick Jagger Guitars: Ry Cooder (Slide), Russ Titelman
Bass: Jerry Scheff Drums: Gene Parsons
Keyboards: Randy Newman
Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot
and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called
Come now, gentleman, I know there's some
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;
Your sweat shines sweet and strong.
Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed
Weren't you at the Coke convention back in
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my
When the old men do the fighting and the young
men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.
So remember who you say you are and keep your
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.
The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all
work for me?"
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