Performance Soundtrack


Various Artists
Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

1. Gone Dead Train
2. Performance - Mick Jagger: Moog synthesizer
3. Get Away - Ry Cooder: bottleneck guitar
4. Powis Square - Ry Cooder: bottleneck guitar
5. Rolls Royce And Acid
6. Dyed, Dead, Red
7. Harry Flowers
8. Memo From Turner - Mick Jagger: vocals, Ry Cooder: bottleneck guitar
9. The Hashishin - Ry Cooder: dulcimer
10. Wake Up, Niggers - performed by The Last Poets
11. Poor White Hound Dog
12. Natural Magic
13. Turner's Murder

Produced by: Jack Nitzsche


Ry Cooder - bottleneck guitar, dulcimer
Randy Newman - conductor, vocals
Merry Clayton - vocals
Buffy Saint-Marie - mouth bow, vocals
Mick Jagger - vocals, Moog synthesizer
The Last Poets - vocals

© 1970 Warner Bros. / WEA

In Memoriam: Jack Nitzsche 1937 - 2000

Memo From Turner

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 knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt.
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all call Kurt.

Come now, gentlemen, I know there's some mistake.
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business straight.

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
You were 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 on.

Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five?
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great, grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons 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.

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 noses clean.
Boys will be boys and play with toys, so be strong with your beast.
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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Nicolas Roeg