The Rolling Stones are still rolling..and rolling...and rolling

So, I'm gonna go ahead and start off by saying that I'm team Beatles. Sorry, but not really, these guys are just not my "cup of tea". (Get it, because they're British..Hahahah)

However, they're not all bad, and there are several things I admire about them.

- I will admit that I respect them (as a band) more than the Beatles, because of the insane amount of work they have produced (22 albums..dayyyum) and the fact that they are still together 50 years later.

Those are some leathery, gifted old guys.

- I do love the blue-sy sound to their music, as I have previously mentioned, I loves me that harmonica. One thing I found out when researching these guys is that all of them can play an obscene amount of instruments. Mick Jagger and Ron Wood can collectively play like 50 instruments, it's absolutely absurd and I am super impressed.

-They have some brilliant lyrics.

In the song, perhaps no so creatively titled, Bitch, one of my favorite lines is "Yeah when you call my name, I salivate like a Pavlov dog" Maybe it's just because I've taken psychology and I'm excited to catch a reference I understand, but I appreciate that little simile.

Here are the Lyrics to Sister Morphine. The song actually kind of freaks me out, the singing is really quiet at first, and the only instrument is the acoustic guitar for the majority of the time...it's kind of eerie and depressing.



Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't
think I can wait that long
Oh you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I
doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I can't crawl across the floor
Ah, Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score.

Well it just goes to show things are not what they seem Please, Sister
Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams. Oh can't you see I'm fading
fast?
And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hands on my head Ah come on,
Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed 'Cause you know and I know
in the morning I'll be dead
You can sit around and you can watch all the clean white sheets
stained red.

..what a bummer.

Anyways, as cliche as it is, my favorite song is Sympathy for the Devil. The lyrics here are also kind of freaky-deaky and twisted, but you know what, I kind of like it. I feel like the Beatles songs were very safe for the most part, and I like that some of the Stones' stuff is darker.