Tag: Rocks Off

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me

This song is a hell of an album opener. I wrote this last weekend, and I was going to post it for Jim’s SLS Sunday  great album openers but I didn’t get to post it. This era was probably the pinnacle of the Stones’ career, both in the studio and live. 

By the summer of 1971, the band had officially become British tax exiles. Facing crippling tax rates back home, they scattered across Europe, with Keith Richards renting Villa Nellcôte, a grand 19th-century mansion in Villefranche-sur-Mer, on the French Riviera. When I say renting, I mean turning it into a 24-hour rock ‘n’ roll asylum.  The basement, humid, airless, and filled with cigarette smoke, became the main recording space. Mobile studio trucks parked outside ran cables through windows and stairwells. 

Despite the drug use and long hours, they got it done. It would be hard to replicate this album because of how it was recorded. Many of the songs sound low-fi and make them even dirtier-sounding. The vocals on this song are not steady in volume, but that adds to it. This, to me, is how the Stones should sound. If they are too clean-sounding, it just doesn’t work for me in the studio or live. Mick Taylor’s guitar is a huge reason this album sounds so good as well. 

This song opened their great Exile On Main Street album. Part of the charm is the muddiness of the recordings.  It was recorded in the middle of heavy drugs, hangers-on, and a band fleeing from the taxes of England. It’s a wonder they got a song out of it, much less an album that some consider their best. 

What you hear in those opening moments, Keith’s ragged riff tumbling down the stairs like it’s late for work, completely works. This song is sloppy yet tight and a bit menacing. It was a great opener for this album. It clearly told you what was coming next. 

Exile On Main Street peaked at #1 on The Billboard Album Charts, Canada, and the UK in 1972. This was released as a single in Japan only. 

Rocks Off

I hear you talking when I’m on the street
Your mouth don’t move but I can hear you speak

What’s the matter with the boy?
He don’t come around no more
Is he checking out for sure?
Is he gonna close the door on me?

And I’m always hearing voices on the street
I want to shout, but I can hardly speak

I was making love last night
To a dancer friend of mine
I can’t seem to stay in step
‘Cause she come ev’ry time that she pirouettes over me

And I only get my rocks off while I’m dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I’m sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

I’m zipping through the days at lightning speed
Plug in, flush out and fire the fuckin’ feed

Heading for the overload
Splattered on the nasty road
Kick me like you’ve kicked before
I can’t even feel the pain no more

And I only get my rocks off while I’m dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I’m sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

Feel so hypnotized, can’t describe the scene
It’s all mesmerized all that inside me

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me
Chasing shadows moonlight mystery

Heading for the overload
Splattered on the dirty road
Kick me like you’ve kicked before
I can’t even feel the pain no more

And I only get my rocks off while I’m dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I’m sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

And I only get my rocks off while I’m dreaming
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I’m sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

And I only get my rocks off while I’m sleeping
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)
(Only get them off, only get them off, only get them off)

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