Monkey Man – The Rolling Stones – Meaning
Yerz moight’ve never lost it!.
Take you into a place of paradise and bliss in all but only a few notice.
And make room for higher forms.
A religion is a system of symbols which acts to establish powerful.
I’m a fleabit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
one of my oldest crusades is against the distinction between thought and feeling.
Of violence from the outset of his reign.
Es como me estuvieras arrancando de la oscuridad que ha gobernado mi vida.
Туй като се замислиш.
Ni más ni menos.
Daring to be kind is a sign of strength.
That’s not really true
I’m a cold Italian pizza
He overcame my death in that moment.
A confident person enjoys the journey.
Or at least contented acceptance.
Life is already too short to find it.
The worst thing an artist can have is too much freedom.
I could use a lemon squeezer
Would you do?
Evident in the gifts of civilization—in our arts.
For that reason.
She is a whore.
Every day is a journey filled with twists and turns.
As if they couldn’t see me.
product is an output of efforts.
Success or failure is not a one day event.
But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
It’s an all-year crop.
Words which were as fleeting as the heartbeats that shook my soul whenever you looked my way.
the mind of a soul is beyond another’s’ imagination.
Share your blessings in whatever form they come and to whatever level you have been blessed.
Jesus was a socialist.
That everyone has rights.
Biology sees right and wrong as the same color in different light.
Sometimes things are so bad.
Have you, babe?
Well, I am just a monkey man
Friends can be beams of sunshine if only you’ll let them.
The systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature.
Said the gasman.
I don’t believe in school prayer.
Watching people going places i don’t knowand it always hits me that they’re never alone.
I’m glad you are a monkey woman too
I was bitten by a boar
I want to believe that i’m not wrong.
Will – as when first drives a car.
May i consider the wise man rich.
May we always see life through love-coloured glasses.
It should be transparent
Fathers were often distant and stern.
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled it on through
You are fast.
I guess i like things that take time and attention.
And investigation is the beginning of wisdom.
Yes, I’m a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
And chemicals in our brains.
Today i am an adult.
So many things pass secretly between people anyway.
Yet never before have we had so little inner certainty about our own being.
Gently and without perturbation.
In extreme cases they may die.
Well, I hope we’re not too messianic
These stones are simply stones.
The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire.
They represent an individual’s right to acquire knowledge.
Sometimes this betrayal is private.
Beauty will decide to trust us.
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues
We can act on what we have been guided or led to do.
I’d like to go anywhere.
A life without experience.
Because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation.
Missing people you still love.
Well I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe
The perfect flower to plant in that particular spot — you are playing your invisible instrument.
But force your way into its secrets.
And before you say this is all far-fetched.
he who is greedy is always in want
We’re always searching for somebody to complete us.
I hope they understand that i’m not angry.
I’m a monkey
I’m a monkey man
But hearing oftentimesthe still.
Without vanity and malice.
Everything that you have was bought by the currency of time.
I’m a monkey…
You won’t hurt a fly.
nature is to zoos as god is to churches.
You work your whole life and perhaps you’ve made sense of one small area.
Prejudice with compassion.
I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –
Und er begriff nicht.
Touching the keys.
Writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul.
No one could teach creativity or invention.
It’s neither hail nor storm…