(Ian Stewart, the band's late founding keyboardist, would have turned 72 yesterday. Happy belated birthday to you, Mr. Stewart. We hope you're enjoying that great big tight-pants and girl-scarves emporium in the sky.)
"I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes."
"Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'"
Although it should probably be "Ain't too proud to give you creepy massages.")
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
"She said, "My breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me."
"I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold."
He looks troubled. Probably because he can't get no satisfaction.
And Mr. Shellshocked on the left just realized you can't always get what you want.
And Grouchface on the right has just realized BOTH that you can't always get what you want AND that he can't get no satisfaction.
"I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
I tried to take her upstairs for a ride
I had to heave her right across my shoulder
I just don't seem to drink you off my mind."
"It makes me hot, I'm wet with sweat
It burn like hell, I've four hours left
Dance, dance, little sister, dance."
[All photos courtesy of NickyDigital]
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