ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze—
you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache.
The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days;
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake.
But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings—
just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns,
chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings
while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to thorny grounds.
O RUBY TUESDAY, ghost in sequin sheen,
your laugh a roulette wheel’s bright, spinning sound.
The jukebox plays what might-have-been,
where every win was loss, and lost was found.
Stones still roll… but honey, in the end,
the house takes all. Even diamonds bend.
I love to dance to the music of The Rolling Stones,
one of the longest-running rock bands since the sixties.
The band’s music is raw with energetic blend of blues,
rhythm and blues, rock and roll and baroque rock or pop.
Slow dancing to the ballads of Angie and Wild Horses
let me bring out the emotional depth of the melody
and lyrics through emotive flow and applying Tango
improvisation to Paint It Black with its unique sound.
Fusion dancing to Ruby Tuesday, a baroque pop and
You Can’t Always Get What You Want, a rock with slow
ballad like tempo to fast, to create contrasting styles and
freestyle dancing by mixing various genres to Under My Thumb.
Swinging, jiving, rocking, strutting, like Mick’s strut and
shimmying to Tumbling Dice and Honky Tonk Women.
Dave, the pianist and vocalist of a two men band plays
The Stones songs for me and calls me The Stones Girl.
Sponsor: Oliver Mckeithan
Rolling Stones Song Titles : 16 lines
submitted : 17/7/25
Placed 1st in Contest
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ANGIE, my devoted dark Love
really and truly I don’t want you
UNDER MY THUMB
it hurts us both as you
PAINT IT BLACK~ makes me wanna hack
freedom’s our choice, our soul’s ardent desire
YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
we have to escape this mad matrix mire
TUMBLIN DICE ~a dangerous dire vice
let’s gallop to the Camargue without any masks
like WILD HORSES white with gypsy flasks or
fly to Mars if we choose, to booze alongside
HONKY TONK WOMEN, then snugly snooze
each a beautiful hue, feeding our Heart’s muse
on RUBY TUESDAY, we can gaily frolic in hay
THE ROLLING STONES,WE AIN’T NO CLAY !
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Angie, you smile at all things in your front,
Envy escapes from what you do possess;
Because You Can't Always Get What You Want,
Your heart just shows humble indebtedness.
I grasp that you are not Under My Thumb,
For you freely form your own decision;
You just Paint It Black or white in outcome,
Because life brings both mirth and depression.
You view that I am not a Tumbling Dice
To be thrown, to land wherever they may;
Even Wild Horses can never devise
A force that can madly drag me away.
You are not as those Honky-Tonk Women
With wild and uninhibited lifestyle;
Nor a Ruby Tuesday to be ruined,
Instead, as Rolling Stones, you are worthwhile.
Ruby Tuesday caught him on the rebound
They met at a Rolling Stones Concert
He was glad she came into his life, he conceded
She was nice to have around
To fill the void his heart needed
Before he met her, he was in bars drinking whiskey and gin
Where honkey tonk women danced, gave him a thrill
He was drowning his sorrows from heartache within
Angie had left him, and thoughts of her haunted him still
But wild horses couldn't bring her back to him
"I thought I had her under my thumb," he lamented
His life spiraled out of control, paint it black
Her memory left him tormented
Sometimes life can be a game of tumblin dice
Rolling for love that sometimes will haunt
Heartaches will come, love has its price
But you can't always get what you want
The Rolling Stones,
a prominent singer of ANGIE
“UNDER MY THUMB,
the girl who once had me down”
He may wish to create a portrait,
and PAINT IT BLACK
When people make wishes,
He says “YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT”
It’s autumn now,
TUMBLIN DICE here and there
When going to barn,
WILD HORSES seen afar
Being in an odd town,
HONKY TONK WOMEN lived there
Each day a new beginning,
like emerald Monday and RUBY TUESDAY
A Rolling Stone
She’s weird as a broom stick, that witchy woman
That crazy, shonky, HONKY TONK WOMAN
On Monday she’s ANGIE, RUBY TUESDAY
Wednesday and Fridays it’s Glorious Rose.
What’s in a name? She sweetly asks me
I smell as good - why not change yours?
Ye Gods, What TUMBLING DICE did you roll?
What Shonky Tonk woman sent you me?
Its hard to see what was in your plan
Try as I might I just can’t see.
But wait a while - she’s UNDER MY THUMB
And now WILD HORSES can’t drag me away
I know YOU CAN’T AWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
But give THE ROLLING STONES some sway
Don’t PAINT IT BLACK, in a pall of despair
Try roll with the stones, and challenge her dare.
Doggone it, I used to make a killin' at casinos,
R o l l i n g sevens; killing em' all softly
The way The Rolling Stones kill it on the stage.
Brimming with confidence, I made my way back,
But my Tumblin Dice came up snake eyes.
"Angie," my so-called "Lady Luck" betrays me.
Whenever I peek through a window of
Golden opportunity, you bet she'll Paint It Black.
She frowns at me, and loves to remind me,
"You Can't Always Get What You Want."
She coldly snatches glory Under My Thumb.
She tells me my chances of recapturing
My lost mojo are as good as riding Wild Horses.
Across the open Appalachian badlands,
Or picking up Honky Tonk Women at
My local Ruby Tuesday restaurant. Gee, thanks!
Sponsor Oliver Mckeithan Contest Name Stones Poems. 6/7/25
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WILD HORSES would not tear me away from you sweet one.
ANGIE our family is complete now we have a son.
They say YOU CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT, but that's not true.
You are my HONKY TONK WOMAN and I need you.
TUMBLIN DICE fall just the right way holdin them UNDER MY THUMB.
My old guitar has seen better days, its still OK to strum.
I think I'll PAINT IT BLACK and play RUBY TUESDAY just wait n see.
No longer will they call us THE ROLLING STONES, cause we are a family.
ANGIE Tuesday kept singing
You are UNDER MY THUMB
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
Her sister RUBY TUESDAY
Tended to WILD HORSES
With three HONKY TONK WOMEN
It was a normal morning
Until Bill, better known
TUMBLIN DICE rode home at speed
Bill had rode with a great news-
The ROLLING STONES band was
visiting Neighboring town
All folks rushed out and out
Town was empty in jiffy
Like someone had PAINT IT BLACK
Bill chuckled, rested real nice
For once in all calmness
Without Angie or her song
As I saw them all line up in the grey alley,
my mind was blown away by the HONKY TONK WOMEN,
but I got away from their skilled allure
lest they captured my wayward passion to PAINT IT BLACK,
turn me into a gambler of love, rolling as TUMBLIN DICE.
That was when I felt the WILD HORSES run
as the blood of desire in my veins,
enticing me to chase the changing charm of RUBY TUESDAY,
but I couldn’t get her UNDER MY THUMB.
I understood YOU CAN”T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.
So, like the ROLLING STONES I drifted
to be at the doorstep of ANGIE, I lost,
and see my love still glisten in her sad eyes.
"It's RUBY TUESDAY night" declared Charlie.
Why do yer call it that when it's ruby murray for curry?" retorts Steve.
"It's coz we 'ave it on Tuesdays that's why mate" replies Charlie.
Steve shakes his head "But Charlie, we do 'ave it on Saturday nights too."
Charlie laughs."Last one your ANGIE cooked, my guts felt like WILD HORSES were stampeding inside and lets say it wasn't quiet the TUMBLIN' DICE coming out the other end either."
"Too much info there Charlie boy and if she hears yer say that you'll get more than a clip round the ear, bunch of fives more like. You still helping me decorate Jades bedroom this weekend? She wants us to PAINT IT BLACK" asks Steve.
"Black? ain't that gonna be dark and make it feel smaller?" Charlie asks.
Steve sighs "Yeah, probably, it's her space so she can have it. Not my choice but YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT even in yer own house when yer surrounded by HONKY TONK WOMEN. Anyway, gotta get this splinter out that's UNDER MY THUMB from sanding down the skirting. Sort that, grab a beer and play THE ROLLING STONES cd the Mrs got for me birthday. See ya later mate".
I have always loved The Rolling Stones and their song ... ANGIE,
speaks to my soul of love lost, kisses whispered, and letting go.
Their song UNDER MY THUMB took me to a place of pain,
where I was treated like a pet, abused, silent, I kept my thoughts.
PAINT IT BLACK reminded me of times in my life when,
I closed the door, leave me alone, let me grieve in peace, in the dark.
In YOU CAN'T GET WHAT YOU WANT, I see the times I wanted,
a connection with someone but they were too far gone for me to help.
TUMBLING DICE oh he had movie star looks and a love for,
gambling, could not pin him down, he was restless in a tumbling life.
In WILD HORSES I am taken to my childhood and and life just,
slipping away, sliding away, dragging me down with only dreams left.
I met him in a bar and we drove to New York on his motorcyle he,
called me HONKY TONK WOMAN and he is ever on my mind.
Days come and go, yesterday does not matter, new each new day, oh,
RUBY TUESDAY no chains holding you, let sadness slip away.
"Angie" likes to brag, telling us all,
“I’ve got my guy Under my Thumb.”
The Rolling Stones might call her a “Honky Tonk Woman,”
but you sure can’t say she is dumb.
Her man is a wealthy gambler.
He gets a thrill watching ”Tumblin’ Dice.”
"You Can’t Always Get What You Want,"
but his Angie baby gets everything nice.
"Wild Horses” can’t keep that man of hers
from giving her the most expensive things.
He brings her flowers and chocolates
and buys her big, fancy, high-priced rings.
He loves his convertible that’s hot red, but
if she said to "Paint It Black", he’d do it anyway.
Yesterday I heard her casually tell him,
“Honey, don’t forget. I need my new 'Ruby Tuesday'.”
My name's ANGIE, are you listening?
I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones
I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming
They never knew how harsh they were with those tones.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
Words they thought were normal for dreamers
I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that
Until one RUBY TUESDAY I was caught with dealers.
Saw WILD HORSES flex with TUMBLIN DICE
Thinking I'd now be one of the HONKY TONK WOMEN
I didn't think I'd be caught playing with fire in ice
Next to the stolen car he said "PAINT IT BLACK".
The policeman on the other side is on my track
Asking, "how did she escape UNDER MY THUMB?"
I didn't know there would be no going back
It was a once-off deal but I guess that too was dumb.
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