Dude--I like this as much as "Wonderful World." Should also appear at my funeral. I can't believe I didnt' know this before.
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
I been telling you all week that the good the bad man does is just that: Good. Well, lookie here...
Then there's Gimme Shelter, best dystopic thing EVER...
"On the recording of the album, Jagger said in a 1995 interview with Rolling Stone, "Well, it's a very rough, very violent era. The Vietnam War. Violence on the screens, pillage and burning. And Vietnam was not war as we knew it in the conventional sense..." On the song itself, he concluded, "That's a kind of end-of-the-world song, really. It's apocalypse; the whole record's like that."[1] Similarly, on NPR in 2012: "It was a very moody piece about the world closing in on you a bit ... When it was recorded, early '69 or something, it was a time of war and tension, so that's reflected in this tune. It's still wheeled out when big storms happen, as they did the other week [during Hurricane Sandy ]. It's been used a lot to evoke natural disaster."[2]
WIKI--Gimme Shelter
Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
The floods is threat'ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away
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It's like a dream, but it's not. I know. How stupid is that.
I'm hurtling through the side streets of Hillcrest, my little engine doing its best to roar.... I am all energy. Powerful. Alive. On fire, burning the fumes of anything that could ever ever be good... I'm deader than a heroin-addict Rolling Stone, and it's how I like it. That's nothing special. All we dead people think that. Alcoholics, addicts, depressives. It's false ego. It's all we have.
How could you still believe in the fairy tale? When my mind runs free, it goes to the dark side, and I'm foolish enough to think that means I'm special.
I told Dr. Robert Jarvis this week that I am just waiting to get sick and die--it's all that's left. He told me to "Stop it. Stop it," then ended our time by saying I'm as good as he's ever seen me. And he really meant it. And he was right.
Can you guess my name?? lol It's that constant contradiction--am I live, or am I dead... My mind seems to want both at the same time. I don't want the real real, I want the real I imagine, and that's such a very lonely fucking thing. You can never be with anyone when it's Reality, Party of One. But over the decades you convince yourself that it somehow has to be that way, that it's the ideal. The Stones may be ex-heroin addicts, but they are very wealthy ex-heroin addicts. I'm here to tell you that it can make a difference. The adequate amount of food I have and the extra $40 a month I have to spend on a gym I like.... I couldn't survive the way some of my friends do.
Have some sympathy.
Or not.
Ha ha ha--does the devil ASK???
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
I just want to be a skinny old rock star. All I'm asking. I know. It's too much.
