Wild Horses.

I hope you’ve had a good weekend – mine has been another action packed weekend going here, there and everywhere – and now I’m exhausted. Maybe sometime next week I’ll get to have a lie-in and relax a bit.

I’m just checking in because I’ve been listening to the Rolling Stones a bit this evening, and every time I listen to them I just get taken away somewhere. My Dad is a huge Rolling Stones fan, whilst my Mum is definitely a Beatles fan, so I guess I’m taking a bit after my Dad. I do like the Beatles’ music, but at the same time, they don’t resonate with me as much as the Stones. I do love songs like Love Me Do, Hey Jude, Blackbird (especially). My parents are always telling stories of their musical exploits (weekend hippies!) – so I guess it all just appeals to me, a bit of a hippie at heart…

 

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you’ve decided to show me the same
No sweeping exit or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away
I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day…

Lyrics © The Rolling Stones.

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