"Wadin' through the waste, stormy winter,
And there's not a friend to help you through.
Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs,
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues.
Thank you for your wine, California,
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.
Yes, I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe.
But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
Come on, honey child, I beg of you.
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya.
Got to scrape the shit right off your shoes.
I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
I want you come on, honey child, I beg of you...
I want you come on, honey child you got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes.
But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
Come on, come on down, I beg of you.
Come on, come on down, you got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes."
- jagger & richard.
"Exile is about casualties, and partying in the face of them. The party is obvious. The casualties are inevitable..."
- Lester Bangs, Creem, January 1973.
Come on, brothers and sisters. Follow the Pavlovian bouncing ball.
▼ THE ROLLING STONES: SWEET VIRGINIA from "Exile On Main Street" LP (Rolling Stones Records) 1972 (UK)
PURCHASE EXILE ON MAIN STREET
3 comments:
So good. I love how you can hear the room they're in.
Always appropriate to quote Lester Bangs. In any situation.
As for the room; definitely. Keith's basement may have well been the most perfect setting for the Stones to record in since those early Andrew Loog Oldham Decca sessions. With a little help from Jimmy Miller, of course.
I've grown fond of Lester Bangs' musings once more, after wearying of them for a little while. I think that was more down to overkill, though, than through any perceived flaw.
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