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Stargroves
Coordinates: 51°20′49″N 1°24′40″W / 51.347°N 1.411°W / 51.347; -1.411
Stargroves is a manor house and associated estate at East Woodhay in the English county of Hampshire. It is best known for being the home of Mick Jagger during the 1970s and a recording venue for The Rolling Stones and various other rock bands.
History
The Goddard family owned the estate from 1565 until about 1830. Oliver Cromwell stopped at Stargroves after the second battle of Newbury (27 October 1644), and was entertained by the then owner, John Goddard; the basin or china bowl in which his breakfast (toast and ale) was served is in the custody of the rector besides some letters referring to the incident. Edward Goddard owned the estate from 1778-1788. It was also owned by Capt. Sir F. H. W. Carden.
Rolling Stones
Mick Jagger purchased the estate in 1970 for £55,000, from Sir Henry Carden.
The Rolling Stones recorded there before their move to France in spring 1971. These recordings were laid down via a Mobile Recording Studio control room located in a custom-built truck known as the Rolling Stones Mobile Studio. The band recorded a number of albums and singles at Stargroves including various tracks which appeared on Exile On Main Street, Sticky Fingers and It's Only Rock 'n Roll.
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by: StargrovesSay hello to the sun for me
The thoughts that live under your stairs
Saying come on son it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
To throw your hats in the air
And say the words that fall out of nowhere
Rebel on the run when you going my way
When you heading my way
Go on chase all the noise away
The dreams that call you up so late
Falling to the ground as your roots turn grey
As your roots turn grey
And that's where you're going to stay
And I tell you that I'm alright
But I'm terrified day and night
Coming over with a bad cough
Saying I've been on the road for so long
And you tell me 'bout the old days
And you say the world's a terrible place
And I say you're just an old fool
And I haven't got a minute left for you
Say hello to the sun for me
The thoughts that live under your stairs
Saying come on son it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
To throw your hats in the air
It's ok, call me crazy I don't care
Sing it to me now as your roots turn grey
As your roots turn grey
Holding hands all the way home
Oh I've seen blue skies break like thunder
Rabid wolves that hog the covers
Wasted on our souls' vibrations
Bright like Christmas decorations
Sleepless eyelids melt like plastic
Cruising by on automatic
It's my hell and we're all invited
And I am so excited
Hey, the walls they shake
And I cannot believe
For you the lies come true
Every word that you say
Lighting up the way
For the summer on the road
They bend they break
Far from any one place
I will starve, I will be bought
Leaving the war that you wage
Far far away from New York City
Say hello to the sun for me
The thoughts that live under your stairs
Saying come on son it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
To throw your hats in the air
And say the words that fall out of nowhere
Rebel on the run when you heading my way
When you coming my way
So go on sleep all your days away
For dreams that call you up so late
Get up off the ground as your roots turn grey
As your roots turn grey
You know it all looks the same out here
Call me crazy I don't care
Rebel on the run when you looking my way
When you coming my way
And say hello to the sun for me
The thoughts that live under your stairs
Saying come on son it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
To throw your hats in the air