The Curse of Mick Jagger, Brazil, The World Cup and a Snappy Dresser on the Barricades
Snappy Dresser on the Barricades - Mick Jagger the Street Fighting Trend Picker
Since his 2010 appearance at a USA FIFA World Cup game, along with Bill Clinton, which the USA lost to Ghana 2-1, Mick Jagger has been condemned as a soccer Jinx. His presence at Brazil's record 7-1 defeat by Germany, has prompted an avalanche of angry criticism from Brazil fans on social media.
In his earlier days Mick was a wiser man. He would hedge his bets. In the Rolling Stones, 1968 album Beggars Banquet,
street-fighting insurrection on the barricades was a good and trendy thing (Street Fighting Man) but also a product of the devil who had been hanging around St. Petersburg (Sympathy for the Devil). Sadly soccer matches force you to choose one side or the other, in Mick's case such choices should be studiously avoided.
In his earlier days Mick was a wiser man. He would hedge his bets. In the Rolling Stones, 1968 album Beggars Banquet,
street-fighting insurrection on the barricades was a good and trendy thing (Street Fighting Man) but also a product of the devil who had been hanging around St. Petersburg (Sympathy for the Devil). Sadly soccer matches force you to choose one side or the other, in Mick's case such choices should be studiously avoided.
The Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man - Lyrics
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
THE ROLLING STONES - Sympathy for the Devil - LYRICS
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's 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 what's 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 general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's 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
I'm 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 what's 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 what's 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 I'm 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 I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, hoo
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my nameOooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oh, yeah
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's 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 what's 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 general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's 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
I'm 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 what's 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 what's 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 I'm 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 I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, hoo
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my nameOooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oooh, hoo, hoo
Oh, yeah