The Rolling Stones

"Everybody on the dance floor You know what I'm talking about Music make you forget all your troubles Make you sing and make it tell the whole wide world So what, hot stuff, shake it up."

"You're just a memory of a love That used to be. You're just a memory of a love That used to mean so much to me."

"When I come home baby And I've been working all night long, I put my daughter on my knee, and she say "Daddy what's wrong?" I put my head on her shoulder. She whispers in my ear so sweet. You know what she says? "Daddy you're a fool to cry. You're a fool to cry And it makes me wonder why.""

"Well, I've been haunted in my sleep, You've been starring in my dreams. Lord I miss you. I've been waiting in the hall, Been waiting on your call. When the phone rings, It's just some friends of mine that say, "Hey, what's the matter man? We're gonna come around at twelve With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you. We're gonna bring a case of wine. Hey, let's go mess and fool around You know, like we used to.""

"Well now you're a pillar of society You don't worry about the things that you used to be You're a rag-trade girl, you're the queen of porn You're the easiest lay on the White House lawn."

"I'll never be your beast of burden. My back is broad but it's a hurting. All I want is for you to make love to me. I'll never be your beast of burden. I've walked for miles my feet are hurting. All I want is for you to make love to me."

"Pride and joy and greed and sex That's what makes our town the best Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah. I've been battered, what does it matter?"

"Don't you know promises were never made to keep? Just like the night, dissolve in sleep. I'll be your savior, steadfast and true. I'll come to your emotional rescue."

"Who would believe you were a beauty indeed? When the days get shorter and the nights get long Lie awake when the rain comes Nobody will know, when you're old When you're old, nobody will know That you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty A sweet sweet beauty, but stone stone cold."

"You make a grown man cry Ride like the wind at double speed I'll take you places that you've never, never seen. Start it up. Love the day when we will never stop, never stop."

"In the sweet old country where I come from Nobody ever works Yeah nothing gets done We hang fire, we hang fire.You know marrying money is a full time job I don't need the aggravation I'm a lazy slob. I hang fire, I hang fire."

"Don't need a whore I don't need no booze Don't need a virgin priest But I need someone I can cry to I need someone to protect Making love and breaking hearts It is a game for youth But I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend."

"All the young men they've been rounded up And sent to camps back in the jungle. And people whisper people double-talk, And once proud fathers act so humble."

"Oh, your love is a sweet addiction, I can't clean you out of my veins It's a life long addiction that has damaged my brain It took just one hit to the body to tear my defenses apart One hit to the body, sure went straight to the mark One hit to the body and it comes straight from the heart."

"You're not the only one With mixed emotions. You're not the only ship Adrift on this ocean."

"The fields of Eden Are full of trash. And if we beg and we borrow and steal, We'll never get it back. People are hungry, They crowd around. And the city gets bigger as the country comes begging to town."

"This talk of freedom And human rights Means bullying and private wars and chucking all the dust into our eyes. And peasant people, Poorer than dirt, Who are caught in the crossfire with nothing to lose but their shirts."

"Guess it's just another dream That's slipping away. Each time I fall asleep, It seems I'm just drifting away. Just as you have touched my heart, Babe I wake and we're apart. Yeah and it's slipping away."

"Love is strong and you're so sweet; You make me hard, you make me weak. Love is strong and you're so sweet; And some day, babe we got to meet."

"One time you were my baby chicken, Now you've grown into a fox. And once upon a time I was your little rooster. Now I'm just one of your cocks?It's rough justice, oh yeah! You're gonna have to trust me. It's rough justice, But you know I'll never break your heart."

"So we see that although age-denial is appealing, it can generally make a person look ridiculous. Oh, some people try to get away with it, the best example being the Rolling Stones. As I write these words, the remaining non-deceased Stones, some of whom were born during the Hundred Years War, are still out there on tour, still rockin' and rollin' and putting on an electrifying act that reaches its exciting climax during "Satisfaction," when drummer Charlie Watts hurls his dentures into the crowd. But is this really working, even for the Stones? To find out, I went to see them when they came to Miami. I'd seen them once before, when were all a lot younger, back in the sixties. That was one of those classic sixties concerts, the kind where even the police dogs are stoned, and where the show would be scheduled to start at 9:00P.M., but nothing would happen until maybe 11:30, when one of the promoters would get up on stage and announce that there would be a slight delay because the band was still at the airport in New Zealand."

"The concert I saw in Miami was very different. For one thing, it started on time, because if it hadn't, one of the estimated 13,000 attorneys in the audience would have filed a lawsuit. Also it was a much older crowd, a lot of middle-aged soft-rockers like myself, stylishly decked out in our casual-wear beepers, taking bold swigs of Diet Pepsi. Sure, some of us were high, but it was not so much the high of ingesting hallucinogenic substances as the high of knowing you had a babysitter on a weekday night. But the most striking difference, for me, was in the Stones themselves. I had remembered them as awesome, larger-than-life, near-mystical figures, so I was filled with anticipation when, two decades later, I took my seat high in the upper deck of the Orange Bowl in Miami. My excitement mounted as the stadium darkened, and the giant speakers started playing dramatic buildup music, and clouds of smoke poured out onto the stage. And then, when the crowd was about to explode with excitement, there was a blinding flash of light, and we heard the slashing, driving opening guitar riff of "Start Me Up," and suddenly, out of the darkness, came... these little teeny Rolling Stones. Maybe 14 inches tall. Talk about your comical letdowns. They looked like the Decadent Rock Band Action Figure Set from Toys "R" Us. I realize that this impression was partly due to the altitude of my seat, but it also had something to do with getting older. It's one thing when you're 19 and unemployed and mad at the world, and the Stones are these godlike outlaw rebels; but it's a whole different thing when you have a family and a mortgage and disability insurance, and the Stones have become essentially a corporation whose members are the same average age as the justices of the U.S. Supreme Court."

"I still enjoyed their music, but watching them strut around down there, smallish, aging men preening in their pants purchased at the Rock-n'-Roll Superstar Extremely Tight Clothing Outlet, I couldn't help but think they looked a little bit- this is difficult for me to write, about the Stones- silly. Of course, I'd act silly too, if somebody was paying me millions of dollars. But nobody is, which is exactly my point. There's still a market demand for Mick and the boys to act the way they acted twenty-five years ago. But there is zero demand for the rest of us to do this, and if we try, we look silly, and we don't get paid for it. So I'm recommending against trying to deny the aging process, unless you're a Certified Rolling Stone. If you're a Certified Public Accountant, you have to accept the fact that you're not going to suddenly transform yourself into the vibrant, youthful person you once were by getting a snake tattooed on your butt. You're going to transform yourself into a Certified Public Accountant with a snake on his butt, and you're going to feel stupid when you visit your proctologist."

"But it's left to "Tumbling Dice" to not just place a cherry on the first side, but to also provide one of the album's only real moves towards a classic. As the guitar figure slowly falls into Charlie's inevitable smack, the song builds to the kind of majesty the Stones at their best have always provided. Nothing is out of place here. Keith's simple guitar figure providing the nicest of bridges, the chorus touching the upper levels of heaven and spurring on Jagger, set up by an arrangement that is both unique and imaginative. It's definitely the cut that deserved the single, and the fact that it's not likely to touch number one shows we've perhaps come a little further than we originally intended."