Wait a second. Since when have the Rolling Stones had any problems of a magnitude that were sufficient to justify this song? They’ve been on top of the world since before I was born.
Paint It Black, Rolling Stones
Sorry, folks, but this was a remarkably bad headache. Not quite at regurgitation levels, but closer than I’d like. I’m going to go sleep now.
Wonder if Ken Salazar ever punches this one up on his iPod.
Wild Horses, Rolling Stones
Paint It, Black, The Rolling Stones
Umm… what is this song about, again? And why the comma? Is this another iteration of the ‘Stuff done under the influence of marijuana is somehow more meaningful’ meme that infected the Sixties?
It was almost “Sympathy for the Devil.”
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction, The Rolling Stones
Heck, it was almost “Lucky in Love.”