When Keith Richards was born cells were produced by a division of DNA (i.e. deoxyribonucleic acid), not a division of Samsung. The Ottoman Empire wasn't yet a chain of furniture stores. Not only were the Virgin Islands British but some still had virgins on them!
In 2005 this Rolling Stones hit song from their 1973 Goats Head Soup album was used on Angela Merkel's campaign.
Feel free to try your hand at captioning her historic "WTF?" moment with Douche à l'Orange:
Angela, checking for lobotomy scars.
Lyrics:
Angie, Angie When will those dark clouds all disappear
Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here With no lovin' in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied Angie, Angie You can't say we never tried Angie, you're beautiful But ain't it time we say goodbye Angie, I still love you Remember all those nights we cried All the dreams were held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here
Oh, Angie, don't you wish Oh your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But Angie Angie Ain't it time we said goodbye With no lovin' in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied Angie, I still love you baby Everywhere I look I see your eyes There ain't a woman that comes close to you Come on baby dry your eyes Angie, Angie ain't good to be alive Angie, Angie, we can't say we never tried
Ronnie Wood, Mick Jagger, Charlie Watts, and Keith Richards.
Childhood buddies Keith Richards and Mick Jagger might never have formed the core of "The Rolling Stones" had it not been for a chance 1960 reacquaintance on Platform 2 of Dartford rail station, with Richards showing a keen interest in the Chuck Berry and Muddy Waters records Mick was carrying.
After a number of national hits, The Stones hit the big time with "Satisfaction" in May of 1965. Among many subsequent successes is "Sympathy for the Devil" from the 1968 "Beggars Banquet" album. The song wasn't entirely welcome in religious circles but it is, in fact, a study in the art of negation.
In "Eve Marie" (aka "Heartbreaker") the narrator vilifies a pariah in lurid detail but suddenly ends with:
It will rain champagne before I tell you that I loved her.
In "Sympathy for the Devil" Lucifer brags at length about the destruction, murder and strife he has wrought, before slipping in the fact that everything he has just said is bullshit:
I tell you one time, you're to blame
It is us, not him, who created this havoc.
In 2016, peace was not on the ballot. How badly are we screwed? Worse than you or any Cassandra can imagine. Consider this: When--not if--when Hair Gropenführer is driven from office it won't be because of his racism, sexism, creepiness (including around his own daughter), ignorance, incompetence, dishonesty, corruption, cruelty, bullying, boorishness, gaucheness, clumsiness, criminality or staggering stupidity.
It will be because of his chumminess with Vladimir Putin.
Think about that for a moment.
Lyrics:
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul to waste And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah (Woo woo, woo woo) I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made (Woo woo, woo woo) I shouted out, Who killed the Kennedys? When after all It was you and me (Who who, who who) Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay (Woo woo, who who) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah (Who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby (Who who, who who) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game (Woo woo, who who) Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (Who who, who who) So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste (Woo woo) Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah (Woo woo, woo woo) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah (Who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down (Woo woo, woo woo) Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! (Woo woo) Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Oh, who Woo, woo Woo, who Woo, woo Woo, who, who [x2] Oh, yeah What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Woo, who, who [x6] Oh, yeah Woo woo [x2]
Cindi Lauper's hit song, "Time After Time", co-written with Rob Hyman and released on January 27th of 1984, got its name from reading a television guide description of a 1979 sci-fi movie by that name. (The film starred Malcolm McDowell, fresh from "Caligula", David Warner and Mary Steenburgen. It was about time-tracking a "Jack the Ripper" character.)
The melody has a somewhat demanding 13 note range. It was the last one written for her debut album because of the inspiration for the line "the second hand unwinds": discovering while recording the song that the producer's wristwatch was broken. In essence, the song reinvented itself on the fly.
Eva Cassidy's memorable cover is from the Blues Alley jazz supper club in Georgetown, DC, on the 3rd January 1996, ten months before her death.
Lyrics:
Songwriter Cindi Lauper.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, And think of you Caught up in circles Confusion is nothing new Flashback, warm nights Almost left behind Suitcases of memories, Time after Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me, I can't hear What you've said Then you say, go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time After my picture fades and darkness has Turned to gray Watching through windows You're wondering if I'm okay Secrets stolen from deep inside The drum beats out of time
Co-author Rob Hyman.
If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time You said go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after Time
Time is motion. If frozen at the molecular level, like Han Solo in carbonite, we will reanimate the same age as when we entered stasis. If all activity were ceased everywhere, no time will have passed. As for Trump's "hold-my-beer" "presidency", let us take today to remind ourselves that this, too, shall pass (though not soon enough!).
