And by Stoners, obviously I mean Rolling Stones fans. I did this before, but I can’t find my list, so I’ve compiled a whole new list of songs by them that every fan new or old, in my opinion, should have in their possession.
Just like before, I took all the songs I have on my computer by the Stones, around 550 songs (studio and single versions, live versions, alternate tracks, bootlegs and everything in between), put them on shuffle, and selected the ones that are impossible to pass up. However, I did only include the studio or single versions in this list because adding other things was making this post entirely too long. And thus, here is my list, songs followed by year of original release.
Shattered, shattered Love and hope and sex and dreams Are still surviving on the street Look at me, I’m in tatters! I’m a shattered Shattered
Friends are so alarming My lover’s never charming Life’s just a cocktail party on the street Big Apple People dressed in plastic bags Directing traffic Some kind of fashion Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex Look at me, I’m in tatters I’m a shattered Shattered
It was your father who trained you and your mother who brained you To be so useless and shy But I just replaced them and tried not to break them Because you could stand up if you tried And I wanna see your face when your knees and your legs Are just gonna break down and die
And, who’s driving your plane? Who’s driving your plane? Who’s driving your plane? Who’s driving your plane? Are you in control or is it driving you insane?
Oh I’m sleeping under strange strange skies Just another mad mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I’m just about a moonlight mile on down the road
We walked across the sand and the sea and The sky and the castles were blue. I stood and held your hand. And the spray flew high and the feathers floated by I stood and held your hand. And nobody else’s hand will ever do Nobody else will do Then I awoke Was this some kind of joke Much to my surprise When I opened my eyes.
When you were a child You were treated kind But you were never brought up right. You were always spoiled with a thousand toys But still you cried all night. Your mother who neglected you Owes a million dollars tax. And your father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax.
You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown.
I’m a fleabit peanut monkey All my friends are junkies That’s not really true I’m a cold Italian pizza I could use a lemon squeezer What you do? But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around By every she-rat in this town Have you, babe? Well, I am just a monkey man I’m glad you are a monkey woman too
You look so weird and you’re so far from home But you don’t really miss your mother Don’t look so scared I’m no mad-brained bear But it’s no hanging matter It’s no capital crime
