"Casino Boogie" — Exile's wordless poetry. Jagger writes cut-up style; every verse defies sense. Somehow it works.
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
No good, can't speak, wound up, no sleep.
Sky diver insider her, skip rope, stunt flyer.
Wounded lover, got no time on hand.
One last cycle, thrill freak Uncle Sam.
Pause for bus'ness, hope you'll understand.
Judge and jury walk out hand in hand.
Dietrich movies, close up boogies,
Kissing cunt in Cannes.
Grotesque music, million dollar sad.
Got no tactics, got no time on hand.
Left shoe shuffle, right shoe muffle,
Sinking in the sand.
Fade out freedom, steaming heat on,
Watch that hat in black.
Finger twitching, got no time on hand.
Знаете ли вы, что...
- From Exile on Main St. (1972). Jagger wrote the lyrics using a cut-up technique (cutting up phrases and reassembling them at random — inspired by Burroughs). Yet the mood is entirely coherent.