May 252010
The premise is simple: Sum up any Rolling Stones lyric in Haiku form.
No contest. No judgment. Only pure poetry!
Here is my first:
Heartbreaker
Delicate flowers
Injustice for down and outs
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
The premise is simple: Sum up any Rolling Stones lyric in Haiku form.
No contest. No judgment. Only pure poetry!
Here is my first:
Heartbreaker
Delicate flowers
Injustice for down and outs
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Not summing up so much as boiling down to its essence.
If you start me up,
I’ll never stop, never stop.
Make a dead man come.
Miss Amanda Jones
She’s always making the scene
Pretty but vacant
get off of my cloud
two is more than company
not at 3 AM
A guy in a wig
Thinking just how sharp he is.
Really, really sharp.
Dead Flowers
Don’t you be so smug!
Your rich friends laugh at me but
I’ll write your obit
Turd On The Run
I gave you diamonds
All you gave me was disease
What a waste of time
Spoiled girl. Lots of cash.
Gets her kicks in Stepney now.
She’s playing with fire.
Waiting on a friend
Not waiting on a lady
On Sesame Street
The sunshine bores the
Daylights out of me. Rocks off.
A nocturnal emission.
Told you one or twice
That this could be the last time.
Maybe. I don’t know.
Get Off of My Cloud II
Look out the window—
A guy in the Union Jack.
Get off of my cloud.
Shine a Light:
My sweet honey love
May every song you sing be
Your favorite tune.
Shake Your Hips:
Do the hip shake babe
Don’t move your head hands or lips
Well ain’t that easy?
Love and hope, sex, dreams
Crime rate’s going up up up
Shattered, sha-do-be
I’m talking ‘bout the—
It ain’t no rock and roll show
Baby and it hurts.
Sweet Virginia:
Come on, honey child
Scrape the shit right off your shoes
You got it in you
Yesterday’s Papers:
Life is constant change
Who wants yesterday’s papers?
No one in the world
How about a haiku block from Aftermath:
What a drag it is.
Kids, men, the world: all a drag.
Minimize your plight.
Her vanity shows.
Well look at that stupid girl.
She bitches ‘bout things.
She once had me down.
The sweetest pet in the world.
She’s under my thumb.
Miss Amanda Jones:
Down and down she goes
Losing her nobility
Miss Amanda Jones
I know it’s only
Rock & roll, but I like it,
Like it, yes, I do
A drag at parties,
Complaining about the crowd.
Nervous breakdown? Yes.
A knife in my heart.
Suicide right on the stage.
Only rock and roll.
Time waits for no one
Hear him laughing and reaping
He won’t wait for me
Street Fighting Man
Summertime violence
No place for fights in London
Sing in band instead
They think I’m crazy.
What’s the matter with you boy?
Sleeping all alone.
Try to make some girl—
Though I try, I try, I try-
Satisfaction, none.
She comes in colors
Coming, colors in the air
She’s like a rainbow
I’m the burning bush.
I’m the bleeding volcano.
And yet she’s so cold.
A lonely woman
Took me upstairs for a “ride”
Now my nose is clean
I hear Mick shouting
Makes no sense to me at all
Yes, it’s “Rip This Joint”
Spike right through my head.
But it’s all right now, in fact
It’s a gas, gas, gas.
Mick’s bust a button
Hope his trousers don’t fall down
Don’t want that, do ya?
I’ll be your savior,
Your knight in shining armor.
You’ll be mine all mine.
All this tail makes me blue.
Barroom queens and divorcees:
Honky Tonk Women
Dollar past sunset?
Never kept one, I’d say.
Pretty happy, though.
Take me down, Susie
The queen of the underground
Send me dead flowers
rock town hall haikus
exceed all expectations
this is really fun
Wake me when it is time to vote for the best ones. These seem to be falling into 2 categories: Restating the lyrics in haiku form (like BigSteve’s “Only Rock n Roll” which is great – there is no more to say about that one) and summarizing the content of the song (Cher’s “Street Fighting Man gets it right).
Got nasty habits.
Best friend he shoots water rats.
Why not live with me?
Running down the street
Mick’s a man of the people
He cries out: “Let’s Work!”
Wrote it for Faithful.
The strings are rather icky.
It’s As Tears Go By.
You’re fifteen years old
But that’s no capital crime
Mother knows nothing
Oh, Mick! Oh, David!
You prance, and you gambol
Dancing in the street
The prodigal son
Was lost now found dad’s happy
Brothers not so much
Neighbors neighbors neigh
bors neighbors neighbors neighbors
Neighbors neighbors neigh
You have to admit,
For faux country, it’s quite good
It’s “Far Away Eyes”
Something has gone wrong
The bass player is singing
In Another Land
Misogynistic,
Assholish, mean and shallow
“Some Girls” is still great!
Your heart’s a diamond
Love like water splashing stone
No expectations
Ooh! Fun!
Before it rains I’ll
Finish my jigsaw puzzle
Lying on the floor
I need you more now
Let’s spend the night together
Have fun just groovin’
Friends? They’re all junkies.
A trifle too satanic:
I’m a monkey man.
So very lonely
2000 light years from home
Holy shit, I’m high!
She’s like a rainbow
At least the album cover
is cool, 3-D man
Over and over
All this ersatz funk bugs me
“Black and Blue” sucks eggs
I’m the burning bush
I’m the bleeding volcano
My first stones cover
Can you guess his name?
Evil history lesson
Sympathy advised
Mick and Keith and Mick
Charlie, Brian, Billy too
Don’t you forget Stu
Yeah, I know it doesn’t sum up the lyric, but it freakin’ rhymes, alright? Don’t saw off me leg.
Little T & A
She’s my little rock & roll
Tits and ass with soul
Daughter asks, “what’s wrong?”
Make love to a poor woman
I’m a fool to cry
There’s no color now
My love will never return
Paint everything black
I try and I try
Hey hey hey that’s what I say
No satisfaction
No work, no money
Can’t even marry for cash
I’m lazy, Hang fire
She was hot, hot, hot
Wait a minute,
I thought you said she was so cold?
Playing Goats Head Soup in my room
Quick, turn down Star Star!
Here comes my Mom.
Rolling Stones are fun
Perhaps for next week we try
U2 limericks
I tip my hat to so many of these brilliant works! Even those that seem to be in violation of the laws of haiku.
Cue up Tattoo You.
A bunch of leftovers. So?
Their last good record.
The concept of U2 limericks cracks me up. Feel free to set that up sometime next week, cher!
This has been fun. I’ve never gotten my head around the haiku game, but relating it to the Stones made it something I could tune into. andyr’s “She’s So Cold” one really hit home. I was part of that teenage cover version. OUCH!
Take it or leave it
oh la ta ta ta ta ta
ta ta ta ta ta
Accelerator
Spine cracking, feel like murder
Need ventilator
Exile on Main St.
Greatest record of all time?
You’re damned right it is!
Still stone gathers moss
Sunset comes for haiku thread
Brian Jones deceased
Moonlight Mile-nice song
Surprisingly beautiful
Paul Buckmaster strings
Cant you hear me knockin’?
I know its late man
But guess what Keiths done…..again?
Snorted the bands stash.
For the record: this shit was GOLD. We need to cue up that U2 limerick contest — or at least another haiku slam.