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And if you want it, well you can lean on me
Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, well you can lean on me
She said my breasts they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy
Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, well you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want to, well you can cream on me
I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drink my health in scented jasmine tea
You knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded faded junky nurse
Oh, what pleasant company
We all need someone we can feed on
And if you want it, well you can feed on me
Take my arm, take my leg
Oh, baby, don't you take my head
We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, why don't you bleed on me
Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
You can bleed all over me.
my goodness
we all need more lyrics like this
"She said my breasts they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy"
this is why they give the Nobel prize for literature.
wait no, that was Dylan.
this, this is great though.
but can we please get some (?all) Hackney Diamonds soon?
MM
Hello. I am from Russia and yes, in Russia, they also listen to American rock. American rock - top.
Dobroe Utrol! (Good Morning) Kak Dela? (How are you?)
For me, Some Girls will always be their best album, but I can certainly hear and appreciate why elder Stones fans revere and worship this...
For me, there is "no BEST Stones album"! ...Some Good, Some GREAT, Some Mediocre, Some bad! ...But, one heck of a large selection to choose from! ...The BEST part is the diversity! ...nobody can claim that all Stones albums & tunes sound the same!! ...and, one heck of a long career!!!




Hello. I am from Russia and yes, in Russia, they also listen to American rock. American rock - top.
Dobroe Utrol! Welcome to British Rock & Roll! And American Radio!

And in the middle he says "Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on, And if you want to, well you can cream on me"
I have a feeling I know what he's singing about.....this one's a 9 to me....great album too....Long Live RP!!
Hence the cream cake on the cover.
will forever miss your beat keeping
Hello. I am from Russia and yes, in Russia, they also listen to American rock. American rock - top.
But the Mighty Rolling Stones are English!
we all need more lyrics like this
"She said my breasts they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy"
... and Brit and Canadian and Swedish and ... I think so!)
Finished June 10, 1969 -
Released on the album LET IT BLEED, December 5, 1969 - the day before ALTAMONT
Lead Vocals: Mick Jagger
Acoustic & Slide Guitar: Keith Richards
Autoharp: Bill Wyman
Piano: Ian Stewart
Bass: Bill Wyman
Drums: Charlie Watts

What? The Stones aren't Canadian?! Damn!

Oh oh. Not these guys again? Sucko Barfo.
Yeah, but it still has KR on guitar. All is good.
And in the middle he says "Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on, And if you want to, well you can cream on me"
I have a feeling I know what he's singing about.....this one's a 9 to me....great album too....Long Live RP!!
Just needed a word to rhyme with dream
How many years has this been bugging you? Phony accents are the warp and woof of rock singing, haven't you noticed?
One of the best songs of the stones i d say
And in the middle he says "Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on, And if you want to, well you can cream on me"
I have a feeling I know what he's singing about.....this one's a 9 to me....great album too....Long Live RP!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt9q-WChfeM
Absolootlee!
R.I.P., Stew.
Oh oh. Not these guys again? Sucko Barfo.
One of the best songs of the stones i d say
Crossfire Hurricane is a 2012 documentary film about The Rolling Stones written and directed by Brett Morgen. The film chronicles the early years of the band through their gradual mainstream acceptance in 1981. The film is a series of interviews conducted without cameras, while showing various points of interest that the band is discussing as archival footage.

Shame on you. If you actually did some research for yourself you would find the reverse is usually true. But if you are comfortable letting your government tell you what to think then I guess there is no point in me mentioning that.
:)
Oh oh. Not these guys again? Sucko Barfo.
Donna the Buffalo - Let it Bleed - 1-28-2011, Greensboro, NC (at the Blind Tiger) - Video: DaBabe ("video webcast" archive quality) - audio: Joel at jamlivedotorg - dub/youtube: Rand at herd.tv.



I do appreciate analytical writing, but so much of what you get from academic writers is esoteric, unsopportable nonsense. It is a shame. There is so much you can write about art by just taking it at face value. You don't need to resort to creepy, psuedo-Freudian banality. I'll bet you have a masters in art?
Conspiracy theorists believe that unsupportable esoteric nonsense is the basis of reality. And I tend to agree...
One of the greatest stones songs ever!
And Gimme Shelter is best anti-war/apocalypse song ever. And maybe the Stones' best song of all time. Let it Bleed is very good too.
Gimme Shelter is best anti-war/apocalypse song ever
No, just one of them. I can list 20 tracks that are just as potent.
On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
...
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
....
And Gimme Shelter is best anti-war/apocalypse song ever. And maybe the Stones' best song of all time. Let it Bleed is very good too.
This bloody song is marvelous... love this whole bloody album...
On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."
On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):
"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"
Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and lyrically.
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)
This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?
Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wldtlQ3LfyI


Everybody in my church loves this bloody song...
On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."
On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):
"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"
Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and lyrically.
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)
This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?
Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.
I do appreciate analytical writing, but so much of what you get from academic writers is esoteric, unsopportable nonsense. It is a shame. There is so much you can write about art by just taking it at face value. You don't need to resort to creepy, psuedo-Freudian banality. I'll bet you have a masters in art?
Dog pile. WTF ARE you talking about?

On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."
On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):
"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"
Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and lyrically.
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)
This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?
Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.
Dog pile. WTF ARE you talking about?
On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."
On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):
"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"
Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and lyrically.
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)
This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?
Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.

I don't believe Taylor is playing on this tune. He was a great addition, though.
huh how about that. I went snooped around and you are right. Apparently he only plays on Country Honk and Live with me. Richards get the credit for all the guitar playing. Learn something new everyday!
On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."
On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):
"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"
Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and lyrically.
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)
This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?
Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.
What the...?
How dare you taint my birthday with such...well, poor spelling and grammar, for starters! :-)
I believe you've also misquoted the lyrics somewhat, thais.
Now, I can appreciate that, apparently, English is not your first tongue. I am envious of you to have this much command of another language, if this is the case. You put me to shame on that count. However, I fail to see the point you're trying to make, friend.
On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):
"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."
On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):
"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"
Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and lyrically.
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)
This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?
Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.
I don't believe Taylor is playing on this tune. He was a great addition, though.
I understand your point, but Fogarty's "bayou" accent somehow came from growing up in El Cerrito, California.
I think it's more about your musical influences than it is where you were born. While I was born in the USA, my singing voice sounds more like a Canadian goose.

Beats the shit outta me, this song is great man!


My guess is that they're hemophobes. Either that or creamophobes.

I really wonder what your definition of talented is



That's your problem! Great song!!

Glad others are enjoying it, but I am with you. This song has always irritated me.

That's your problem! Great song!!

That's your problem! Great song!!

That's some funny shit, yo!
Almost spit my coffee onto the keyboard.
Hey, I learned a new word today! Thanks, Misterfixit!






Hello. I am from Russia and yes, in Russia, they also listen to American rock. American rock - top.
But this is British Invasion... do some homework, Spasiba!