On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):

"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."

On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):

"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"

Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and  lyrically. 
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)

This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?

Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.

Dog pile. WTF ARE you talking about?

On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):

"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."

On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):

"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"

Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and  lyrically. 
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)

This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?

Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.

I don't believe Taylor is playing on this tune.  He was a great addition, though.

On 1966 Mick sings (and complains):

"and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me a baby better come back a maybe next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no."

On 1969 Mick sings (and does not complain):

"Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me"

Is there a "blood pact" link?
I mean: on 66 all this poor boy could get was go back to home (or pub) with "no satisfaction"; on 69 it did not matter anymore and the "river" could flow without restriction...
Gross? (well, since 50% folks would yell YES, but 50% would keep mouth shut... Well, well, it is a matter for another place and hoour, isn´t it?).
Anyway, I think "Let it Bleed" marks the end of a circle (yes, I know it is a math/geometric nonsense, but it a metaphor) which starts on
"repression" (old ways) and ends on "liberation" (new ways).
(And if those three years was a time when the world (the old world of our granparents) was "ruining, burning, being broked for these hairy and dirty boys", I think it is not a simple coincidence.)
I mean, this song is the end of "teenage years" of RS: their next albuns (Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street) is much more "adults", musical and  lyrically. 
So, before the 66 dilemma, now this poor bay decides to accept the terms for obtain his "satisfaction" (in this case, of course, Mick is among those 50% who remains in silent agreement...)

This is why I think this music is superb: it brings an answer to a very difficult question: to grow up or not to grow up.
Is this the right answer?

Hey, it is just a music...
And for music (and art) any answer is better no answer at all.

One of the band's best. Mick Taylor was a great addition.

Mick with an "American" accent makes about as much sense to me as somebody like John Fogarty singing with a British accent.

16 people rated this song a "1". How is this possible?

16 people rated this song a "1". How is this possible?

No more stones.  Overplayed, undertalented.

Not anymore...the songs over. :)   sirdroseph wrote: 

No more stones.  Overplayed, undertalented.

That's your problem! Great song!!

Thumbs down to the most over rated band on the planet. Right place, right time...is a good phrase for these guys. Sure...a few tunes I kinda like by them...but sloppiness and mediocrity just doesn't appeal to me and never has.

These guys suck, they'll never make it big.

He sings: " ... if you want to, you can cream on me ..." a polite rendition of Bukkake, I suppose. Ewwww, TMI

Next time you feel compelled to listen to a song by the Rolling Stones, listen to silence for the same length of time instead. At the end, notice how much happier you are with your new choice.

Nobody is seriously rocking out to the Stones. They are remembering all the great times they had smoking joints or hanging out in pool halls or marching in protests or whatever Stones fans did 40 years ago.

What does Mick mean when he says "...and if you want to honey, you can cream on me"?

What does Mick mean when he says "...and if you want to honey, you can cream on me"?

I like Hendrix and I was not alive then...

I like the Stones....but all their songs sound the same!