Ventilator Blues I
The Rolling Stones Lyrics


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When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?




Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?

Overall Meaning

The Rolling Stones' song "Ventilator Blues" is a raw, gritty rock tune that perfectly captures the frustration and desperation that can come with feeling trapped and overwhelmed. The lyrics paint a picture of physical and emotional exhaustion, describing a body that's breaking down under stress, and a mind that's close to snapping. The imagery is intense and vivid - from the cracking spine and shaking hands, to the bursting heart and cussing woman. The singer feels like they're on the brink of exploding, and the only thing that can save them is a ventilator - a device that helps them breathe and take in air.


Despite the chaos and tension of the situation, there's a sense of defiance and determination in the lyrics. The singer refuses to be browed or cowed by anyone or anything, and is willing to fight back against the challenges they're facing. The repeated refrain of "what you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?" highlights this fighting spirit, and shows that the singer is ready to take action, no matter how tough things get. The song is a potent reminder of the power of rock music to capture raw emotions and experiences, and to provide a cathartic release for listeners who may be going through similar struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
When you're physically and emotionally exhausted and your body is unable to handle the stress.


Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your emotions are so overwhelming that you're on the verge of breaking down completely.


Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
Your partner is expressing their anger and frustration towards you, making the situation even more stressful.


You feel like murder in the first degree.
Your level of anger and frustration is so high that you feel like you could commit murder in the moment.


Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
The situation is so chaotic and intense that nobody is slowing down or stopping to help or offer support.


Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Everyone is pushing themselves harder, trying to keep up with the fast-paced and high-pressure environment.


Don't matter where you are,
This situation is universal and can happen to anyone, anywhere.


Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
Metaphorically, everyone in this situation is going to need help or support to keep going and not break down completely.


When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
The situation has escalated to the point where there are no more options or chances to fix it.


Your code of living is your gun in hand.
You rely on your personal values and way of life to get through the situation, almost like using a weapon to defend yourself.


We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
We can't be defeated by physical or verbal abuse or intimidation.


Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Even if someone tries to cheat or manipulate us in this situation, we won't fall for it and we won't learn from their negative behavior.


Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Everyone is walking around, surviving and trying to keep going.


Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Everyone is pushing themselves so hard that they're almost challenging or defying a higher power or authority.


Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Once again, this situation can happen to anyone, anywhere, and everyone is struggling to keep going.


Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
Everyone needs some sort of help or support to survive this intense and overwhelming situation.


What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
The lyrics now switch to a more proactive tone, asking the listener what they're going to do to overcome a similar situation.


Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
The lyrics suggest fighting back and taking control of the situation rather than letting it control you.


Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
The repetition of this line emphasizes the need to take action and overcome the situation.


Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Once again, the lyrics encourage the listener to fight back and not give up in the face of adversity.




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Written by: KEITH RICHARDS, MICHAEL TAYLOR, MICK JAGGER

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hugo ache

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?



Gaurav Vatsa

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake
Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break
Woman's cussing, you can hear her scream
Feel like murder in the first degree

Ain't nobody slowing down no way
Everybody's stepping on their accelerator
Don't matter where you are
Everybody's gonna need a ventilator

When you're trapped and circled with no second chances
Code of living is your gun in hand
Can't be browed by beating, can't be cowed by words
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn

Everybody walking 'round
Everybody trying to step on their Creator
Don't matter where you are, everybody, everybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator
Come down and get it

What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it



All comments from YouTube:

Deena Miller

My Dad ( producer, Jimmy Miller ) loved this track. Was probably his favorite of all the Exile productions.

Andrew Muir

Great riff. Mick Taylor. Jimmy Miller was a genius producer. All about that rhythm baby.

Jaime Hill

Jimmy Miller, created a sound that will never ever ever ever be re-created

Javier Subiran

Really your father was Jimmy Miller ??? All my admiration for him...!!!

Michael Gidora

I brought exile on Main Street in 77 at 17 years old and haven’t stopped listening too it since,your dad Jimmy Miller produced their greatest albums 68-73 ,that era of there music always makes feel young and gets me going when times are tough.

Pat O'Donnell

Mine too

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John Bell

RIP Charlie - keeping time like a Swiss watch. Well done.

ontariobuds

more like an atomic clock.

Paulo Nunes

Master of the Elegance...

matthew flanagan

First Nicky then Bobby and now Charlie. No Bobby, Charlie no find two and four. No Nicky, no tie in between drums, vocals and guitar. This track is absolutely lightning in a bottle. RIP Charlie!!

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