The Rolling Stones

Formed in 1962, the Rolling Stones are a rock band from London. Countering the pop rock of the early sixties they pioneered the gritty and heaver-driven sound that came to define hard rock. The first line-up consisted of Mick Jagger (vocals0, Brian Jones (multi-instrumentalist, Keith Richards (guitar), Charlie Watts (drummer) and Bill Wyman (bass). Brian Jones led the band, putting it together, naming it and diving the sound and look of the band. In 1963 Andrew Oldman became their manager and encouraged them to write their own songs. Jagger and Richards the primary creative force behind the Rolling Stones. Alienated Jones developed a drug addiction and left the band in 1969 shortly before his death. He was replaced by Mick Taylor who left in 1974 and Ronnie Wood joined the band. Following the departure of Bill Wyman in 1993 the band has continued with a four-piece core with Daryll Jones playing bass on tours and on most studio recordings.

19th Nervous Breakdown
Album: Big Hits (High Tide and Green Grass)
Date: 1966
Genre: Rock

Lyrics by Keith Richards and Mick Jagger

You’re the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Centre of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you’ve tried you just can’t hide your eyes are edged with tears

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

Oh, who’s to blame, that girl’s just insane
Well nothing I do don’t seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse, oh please

You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

Oh, who’s to blame, that girl’s just insane
Well nothing I do don’t seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse, oh please

When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop, look around
Here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown