When You Praise
Rolling Stones/Linda Ronstadt
(Jagger-Richards, 1972)
Album: Rewind
Women think I'm tasty
But they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down
But baby, baby
I don't need no jewels in my crown
Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know how
But baby, baby
There's fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin'
Got my poor feet a itchin'
Don't you know the deuce is still wind
Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice
Always in a
Mad As Snow
Animal nuzzles up to my shoulder.
Sweats and grunts and pushes me over.
With its musty mane in my eyes
I'm closed off and protected.
Inside sleep together,
sleep within sleep,
it's everywhere.
I'm safe, safe with the head of the animal.
Breathe on my breath,
there's nothing else.
Gone world, gone.
When he wakes in all our red rooms,
next to pillows that scream "alone",
and we're shaking uncompleted,
aching for this creeping sleep
on which to ride away.
Sleep is the animal whose name is safety,
whose name is angel's wings,
whose name is never will it happen to me,
whose arms are the longest the world will ever see,
whose voice is Jesus saying "innocence is the child",
whose breath is warmth and the scent of safety and the taste of purity.
Animal flies me in a hollow in it's belly
Until the world's gone.
Inside a world inside a world inside a world without end.