The Rolling Stones – 19th Nervous Breakdown (1969)

The Rolling Stones – 19th Nervous Breakdown, nuevo video de este tema clásico de 1966, dirigido por Lucy Dawkins y Tom Readdy desde la productora Yes Please Productions.

19th Nervous Breakdown fue escrito por Mick Jagger y Keith Richards, fue grabado a finales de 1965 y lanzado el 5 de febrero de 1966 (Reino Unido) y el 12 de febrero de 1966 (Estados Unidos). Este sencillo alcanzó un puesto destacado en las listas de éxitos de Reino Unido y de Estados Unidos. Las caras b eran diferentes: As Tears Go By en el Reino Unido y Sad Day en los Estados Unidos.

The Rolling Stones 19th Nervous Breakdown

The Rolling Stones – 19th Nervous Breakdown – Lyrics

You’re the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center 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 a 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 the 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 awhile 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 the 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 you father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

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