Paint It Black
The Rolling Stones Lyrics
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby, it just happens every day
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up, when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
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Written by: Keith Richards, Michael Jagger
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"Paint It Black" is a song recorded by The Rolling Stones in 1966. It reached number one in both the U.S. and the UK charts in 1966. It was released as a single and included on the U.S. version of the album Aftermath. In 2004 it was ranked #174 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
The song began with Wyman playing organ at a recording session, in parody of the group's former co-manager Eric Easton, who had been an organist. Read Full Bio"Paint It Black" is a song recorded by The Rolling Stones in 1966. It reached number one in both the U.S. and the UK charts in 1966. It was released as a single and included on the U.S. version of the album Aftermath. In 2004 it was ranked #174 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
The song began with Wyman playing organ at a recording session, in parody of the group's former co-manager Eric Easton, who had been an organist. Charlie Watts accompanied the organ by playing a vaguely Middle Eastern drum part; Watts' drum pattern became the basis for the final song. Brian Jones contributed the song's signature sitar riff (having taught himself to play after a visit with George Harrison) and acoustic guitar, and Jagger contributed the lyrics, seemingly about a man mourning his dead girlfriend. The lead electric guitar and the background vocals are provided by Richards. The piano is played by Jack Nitzsche, unfortunately not in any way related to Friedrich Nietzsche, the famous German philosopher.
The bass was also overdubbed by Bill Wyman playing on the bass pedals of a Hammond B3 organ.
Richards has stated in an interview that the song was not intended to have a comma in its title, and that this was added by the record label.
The song began with Wyman playing organ at a recording session, in parody of the group's former co-manager Eric Easton, who had been an organist. Read Full Bio"Paint It Black" is a song recorded by The Rolling Stones in 1966. It reached number one in both the U.S. and the UK charts in 1966. It was released as a single and included on the U.S. version of the album Aftermath. In 2004 it was ranked #174 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
The song began with Wyman playing organ at a recording session, in parody of the group's former co-manager Eric Easton, who had been an organist. Charlie Watts accompanied the organ by playing a vaguely Middle Eastern drum part; Watts' drum pattern became the basis for the final song. Brian Jones contributed the song's signature sitar riff (having taught himself to play after a visit with George Harrison) and acoustic guitar, and Jagger contributed the lyrics, seemingly about a man mourning his dead girlfriend. The lead electric guitar and the background vocals are provided by Richards. The piano is played by Jack Nitzsche, unfortunately not in any way related to Friedrich Nietzsche, the famous German philosopher.
The bass was also overdubbed by Bill Wyman playing on the bass pedals of a Hammond B3 organ.
Richards has stated in an interview that the song was not intended to have a comma in its title, and that this was added by the record label.
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79 banjo
I'm sorry if this is a year late, and I'm not sure if you'll get to read it, but the very thing you describe is something I think about and live with everyday.
For over ten years.
The sense that you cannot get used to, or live with the idea that there is somebody you'll never in this life get to see again.
I've tried to look at it from every angle, I've tried to push it away, I've tried to smother it out of my life with other things.
In the end the feeling follows me around like a stray dog that won't leave me alone.
So I wrote about it, and then at a point I wrote about it so much I might put it into a book. Who knows.
The point being you rage at life, because life took away the very thing, that made life worth living.
Then you're left with the love that you feel like you cannot do anything with.
Sometimes you say the things, when you are alone and when you say them it is as if they are there.
Then at a point, life looks like some old left overs that were left in the fridge, I mean it might have some benefit or value but you think you'd rather pass.
Then you remember how special it was you had with that other person and you don't see or find that in other people, now you're back to feeling angry.
So this is what I've found after more than ten years:
If you are lucky enough, if you've lived long enough, if your life counted for something, eventually, in the long run you and I, and everybody else will carry a pain like this.
It's inevitable.
Moreover I've greatly considered the chances of obtaining life (we are all that 1 in 200 million sperm that made it to the egg at the point of conception) and I appreciate beyond any doubt or alternative arguments that the chances of actually existing are remote and comparable or greater than winning the grand prize in the US federal lottery.
We have all won something (life) that is incredibly precious, never to be repeated, and we do so at the expense of all the theoretical, artists, leaders, designers, writers, technicians who could have had obtained life instead of us.
We are the sperms that made it.
Therefore life is an incredible privilege.
Therefore anything we receive in this life either good or bad is an incredible privilege.
So what is pain?
Pain and suffering are the privileged pastimes of those who against impossible odds managed to obtain life.
So what does this mean for me?
It means when I feel the pain that won't die my response is: "see; there is the proof you have really lived, your life has been amazing, and you should be grateful."
The pain never goes, but my response to it is gratitude.
Because not everyone lives to see a pain so beautiful.
So there are still days I feel I have no want or desire for this life, and my response to that is
"Consider yourself dead already, you have lived your life, now take what's left and live it properly."
-Marcus Aurelius
The pain of loss will set you free.
It can shape or mold your thinking in a way that all the things that used to bother you much don't anymore because you just don't care. The worst has already happened to you so nobody can threaten, terrify or take anything from you.
You're free now.
I hope this helps a little.
All the best to you ❤
Garlic bread
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
I've seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens everyday
I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see my red door
I must have it painted black
Maybe then, I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black
No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing
Happening to you
If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes
I wanna see it painted
Painted black
Black as night
Black as coal
I wanna see the sun
Blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted
Painted black, yeah
Mahir Cave
Timeless.
Hunter Vonnegut
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Danny Antiqwean
@CallousD https://youtu.be/fvP1JEUJe1Q
Granny Monster
very
it doesn't matter
One word can attract so many replies. Timeless.
NiSsAnGtRxD YT
Great song, beautiful. My 96 year old grandmother still enjoys it to this day
A-burrito
@Yoyo tf is wrong with you
Yoyo
Did she die yet?
Jeff Smith
God Bless her...