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The Rolling Stones - Rocks Off

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Album: Exile on Main St.
Released: 1972

Rocks Off Lyrics

Oh yeah!

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?
I'm always hearing voices on the street,
I want to shout, but I can't 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,
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping.
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 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)
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping.
Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene.
Its all mesmerized, all that inside me.
The sunshine bores the daylights out of me.
Chasing shadows moonlight mystery.
Headed 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, get them off),
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping (only get them off, get them off).
I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming (only get them off, get them off),
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping (only get them off, get them off).
(Only get them off, get them off) (only get them off, get them off)

Writer/s: Jagger, Mick / Richards, Keith
Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC
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The lyrics contain lots of sexual content, but they are very hard to understand. The song is about the impending loss of sexual ability - there was no Viagra back then.

Andy Johns, who engineered the Exile on Main St. sessions, told Goldmine magazine in 2010: "It went on for ages. When Mick came back from Paris for the first time he seemed happy with the sound. And Keith would sit down stairs and at one point he sat there for 12 hours without getting out of his chair just playing the riff over and over and over.
And then one night, it was very late, four or five in the morning, Keith says, 'Let me listen to that take again.' And he nods off while the tape is playing. I thought, 'Great. That's it. End of the night and I'm out of here.' So I go back to my place where I was staying. (Horn player/arranger) Jim Price and I had this villa. It was pretty spanky. I'm tellin' you. A half an hour drive. I walk in the front door and the phone is ringing. I pick it up and it's Keith. 'Where are you?' 'Well, I'm obviously here 'cause I answered the phone.' 'Well you better get back here, man, 'cause I have this guitar part. Come back!'"

This was the first of 18 songs on Exile on Main St. Most of the album was recorded at the Villa Nellcote, a place Keith Richards rented in the South of France. The Stones went there to have some fun and get away from England, where they were taxed heavily on their earnings.

This features Bobby Keys on sax and Jim Price on trumpet. They provided horns on albums and tours through the early '70s. Nicky Hopkins played piano on the track. (thanks, Bertrand - Paris, France)

Keith Richards explained the title of the album in his autobiography Life (2010): "We could record from late in the afternoon until five or six in the morning, and suddenly the dawn comes up and I've got this boat... We'd just jump in, Bobby Keys, me, Mick, whoever was up for it... We'd pull into Monte Carlo for lunch. Have a chat with either Onassis's lot or Niarchos's, who had the big yachts there. You could almost see the guns pointed at each other. That's why we called it Exile On Main Street. When we first came up with the title it worked in American terms because everybody's got a Main Street. But our Main Street was that Riviera strip. And we were exiles, so it rang perfectly true and said everything we needed. The whole Mediterranean coast was an ancient connection of its own, a kind of Main Street without borders. I've hung in Marseilles, and it was all it was cracked up to be and I've no doubt it still is. It's like the capital that embraces the Spanish coast, the North African coast, the whole Mediterranean coast. It's basically a country all its own until a few miles inland." (thanks, Bertrand - Paris, France)