Composers:Mick
Jagger & Keith Richards
Recording date: June-December
1979
Recording locations: Pathé
Marconi Studios, Paris, France & Electric Ladyland Studios, New York
City
Producers: The
Glimmer Twins Associate
producer & chief engineer:
Chris
Kimsey
Never performed onstage


Probable line-up:
Drums: Charlie
Watts
Bass: Ron Wood
Electric guitars: Keith
Richards & Ron Wood
Vocals: Mick
Jagger
Electric piano: Mick
Jagger
Synthesizer: Bill
Wyman
Saxophone: Bobby
Keys
Percussion: Max
Romeo
Is there nothing I can say, nothing I can do
To change your mind, I'm so in love with you?
You're too deep in, you can't get out
You're just a poor girl in a rich man's house
Yeah, baby, I'm crying over you
Don't you know promises were never made to
keep?
Just like the night, they dissolve up in sleep
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true
I'll come to your emotional rescue
Yeah, the other night, crying
Crying, baby, yeah, yeah I'm crying
Yeah, like a child, baby, I'm like a child,
baby
Like a child, yeah, I'm like a child, like
a child, like a child, like a child
You think you're one of a special breed
You think that you're his pet Pekinese
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true
I'll come to your emotional rescue
Yeah, I was dreaming last night, baby
Last night I was dreaming
How you'd be mine but I was crying like a
child
Yeah, I was crying, crying like a child
You could be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
all mine
You could be mine, could be mine, could be
mine, all mine
I come to you, so silent in the night
So stealthy, so animal quiet
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true
I'll come to your emotional rescue
Yeah, you should be mine, mine
Yes, you could be mine tonight and every night
I will be your knight in shining armor coming
to your emotional rescue
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine
I will be your knight in shining armor
Riding across the desert on a fine Arab charger
TrackTalk
I wrote that on an electric piano in the studio, then Charlie and Woody and I cut it immediately, live. It was all done very quickly. I think the vocals could've been better. It's just one of those recording-studio things. You would NEVER really write a song like that in REAL LIFE. Comes out in the studio, 'cause it's all ad-libbed, the end part. It was never planned like that... Yeah, it's all a joke, really.
When we did Emotional Rescue, that
particular track, it was me and Charlie and Woody. And just on our own.
And, it was like towards the end of the sessions and Bill was - I
don't think - there. Keith wasn't there. We just did it... We'd done
it before, all together actually, in Nassau. We all knew the song. But
the actual one that we liked was the one that we just did kind of...
This was done mostly by me, Bill and Charlie
with loads of overdubs. I'm not the only person to have sung in falsetto
- Prince did three albums singing like that around this time. I learned
the trick from Don Covay. I got it from the record Mercy, Mercy
where he sings falsetto as a harmony. By the end, I've gone off into another
more reggae-inspired voice, but at the end of a track lasting 5 minutes
and 43 seconds, you have to try everything.
I always found (the falsetto) a bit twee,
myself. It was a novel idea. A lot of that album was going that way. It
was very experimental, that album.
(I)n the '80s... (a) lot of the stuff, the
material that Mick wanted to do, was not particularly guitar-oriented.
We were trying to, like, wedge guitars into places where they're not necessary,
like Emotional Rescue and Undercover. Around that time we
were doing a lot of material that was not necessarily made for guitars.
Mick wanted to get into that dance thing and, you know, OK, here we
go.
This was all Mick. He wanted to go that way,
with the clubby, disco-stuff. I didn't particularly, but it was a good
song. This was shortly after I'd cleaned up my act, and nobody was taking
a lot of notice of what I said at this point, because I didn't say much.
I was trying to re-establish myself as co-leader of the band.
Undercover of the Night, Emotional
Rescue, these are all Mick's calculations about the market. And they're
not the best records we've made. See, Mick listens to too much bad shit.