Verse

The day the Stones took away my satisfaction with bad radio

The day the Stones took away

my satisfaction with bad radio

was an ugly grey evening

dipped in good men’s sorrow;

There was nothing on TV,

no others, no masturbation,

no nothing but the sound of a man

talking, talking paid words

and driving the movement to blunt the world.

It was good to care to not care

about everything they built while we

were asleep and thought to find the grass still green

on the morning shore of tomorrow.

It was all I had to do;

to feel,

to repeat,

to throw,

the surging need to withdraw from

the lost flocks marching Monday streets.

It was the day the Stones took away

my satisfaction with bad radio. 

    

Photo - Mick feigned sleeping- 1964, author unknown.

Photo – Mick feigned sleeping- 1964, author unknown.

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