Good Bye my Friend

[oldtimer]

Have some Stones on me OB.

Sympathy for the Devil/Jagger, Richards

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of
wealth and taste
I've been around for a long,
long year, Stole many a man's soul and
faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ, Had
his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure
that Pilate, Washed his hands and sealed his
fate

CHORUS: Pleased to meet you Hope you
guess my name
But what's puzzling you Is the
nature of my game

I stuck around St.
Petersberg, When I saw it was a time for a
change
Killed the Czar and his ministers,
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, Held
a general's rank, When the Blitzkrieg raged, And
the bodies stank

CHORUS

I watched
with glee, While your kings and queens
Fought
for ten decades, For the Gods they made
I
shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?"
When
after all, It was you and me
Let me please
introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and
taste
And I laid traps for troubadors, Who get
killed before they reached
Bombay

CHORUS

Just as every cop is
a criminal, And all the sinners Saints
As
heads is tails, Just call me Lucifer, 'Cause I'm
in need of some restraint
So if you meet me,
Have some courtesy, Have some sympathy, and some
taste
Use all your well-learned politesse, Or
I'll lay your soul to waste, um
yeah

CHORUS

Woo, who, Oh yeah, get
on down, Oh yeah, Oh yeah!
Tell me baby,
what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my
name
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell you
one time, you're to blame
Ooo, who, Ooo, who,
Ooo, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who,
who, Ooo, who, who
What's my name
Tell me,
baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's
my name
Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, Ooo, who, Ooo, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who, Ooo, who, who,

[oldtimer]

And another old friend:

Saint of Me

(Jagger/Richards)

Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah

Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames

And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye

John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry

You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me

[colterphoto1]

"Moonlight Mile" is a song from rock band The Rolling Stones' 1971 release Sticky Fingers.

Credited to singer Mick Jagger and guitarist Keith Richards, "Moonlight Mile" is widely considered to be one of the Rolling Stones greatest ballads.^[1] Recording began in March 1970 at Stargroves. The song was the product of an all-night session between Jagger and guitarist Mick Taylor.
Taylor had taken a short guitar piece recorded by Richards (entitled
"Japanese Thing") and reworked it for the session. Jagger performs the
song's prominent acoustic guitar riff. It was Taylor's idea to add a string arrangement by Paul Buckmaster to the song. Piano is played by regular Stones trumpet player Jim Price.

Like many of the Stones songs, the meaning of the song's lyrics are
elliptical and mysterious, but some of the lyrics make direct reference
to the alienation of living a life on the road.

“

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind; Just another mad mad day on the road; I am just living to be lying by your side, But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

”

[colterphoto1]

MOONLIGHT MILE

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold

With a head full of snow

With a head full of snow

In the window there's a face you know

Don't the night pass slow

Don't the nights pass slow

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind

Just another mad mad day on the road

I am just living to be lying by your side

But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes

Gonna warm my bones

Gonna warm my bones

I got silence on my radio

Let the air waves flow

Let the air waves flow

Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies

Just another mad mad day on the road

My dreams is fading down the railway line

I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming

I'm riding down your moonlight mile

I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming

I'm riding down your moonlight mile

I'm riding down you moonlight mile

Let it go now, come on up babe

Yeah, let it go now

Yeah, flow now baby

Yeah move on now yeah

Yeah, I'm coming home

'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Down the road, down the road

Yeah, yeah, hey hey hey baby, now

[oldtimer]

Currently blasting out Some Girls in memory of OB. On vinyl hehe. Up in heaven it's all live so he's feeling alright.

[bluesboy]

Got Sticky Fingers spinning for the Buckster. Brown Sugar........how come ya taste so good..........just like a young girl should.........EHH!

[Myhamish]

OB, Thanks for being a part of my life. I hope life is good for you over the bridge. Slainte. Hamish

[kaiser SET say]

Good day Rob-O, know your jammin' in the big house[]

[Buddy72079]

I hope OB saw the pic/post of my wife and our favorite drummer.

[Jay481985]

I have a question? Does anyone have a picture of what OldBuckster looks like? I would love to put a face on the person that I talked to.

[flannj]

I have a question? Does anyone have a picture of what OldBuckster looks like? I would love to put a face on the person that I talked to.

Great idea Jay. I would like that too.

[jt1stcav]

"...but the brotherhood of soldiers runs deep and we shared a love of country that neither could deny."

I think all us vets can relate to this.

[YoungBuckster]

All,

As I’m sure you can figure out by the name, I am Rob’s Son Jeff. I can speak for my entire family when I say we are blown away by everyone’s support and words. My father enjoyed this forum very much, but we never knew the magnitude of relationships he established with you guys. This forum provided my father with enjoyment and a way to express himself while he was home. I would like everyone to know that as sudden as the last days were, he passed with his family by his side. He was able to make peace with his situation and the people who meant the most to him. As you all know, The Stones are the greatest band in the world. His best friend arrived to the hospital 40 minutes prior to his passing. Like a man on a mission from God, he walked in the room and had me turn on “Wild Horses,” their favorite song. Shortly after my father passed in peace with the words of Jagger and Richards echoing in his head.

Again, I thank everyone for their kind words. It means so much. For you guys to say such kind things makes me feel as though you are distant friends of mine.

Still trying to figure out how to attch his pic.

[SilverSport]

Jeff...your Family just got bigger...your Dad meant a lot to many of us even those of us who only "spoke" with him through the internet and personal email...I will miss my Friend but his memories make him live on forever...

Bill

[pmsummer]

Wild Horses

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 decided to show me the same

No sweeping exits or offstage lines,

Can 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 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 someday

Wild Horses, Couldn't drag me away,

Wild, wild horses, We'll ride them someday

[HarryO]

All,

As I’m sure you can figure out by the name, I am Rob’s Son Jeff. I can speak for my entire family when I say we are blown away by everyone’s support and words. My father enjoyed this forum very much, but we never knew the magnitude of relationships he established with you guys. This forum provided my father with enjoyment and a way to express himself while he was home. I would like everyone to know that as sudden as the last days were, he passed with his family by his side. He was able to make peace with his situation and the people who meant the most to him. As you all know, The Stones are the greatest band in the world. His best friend arrived to the hospital 40 minutes prior to his passing. Like a man on a mission from God, he walked in the room and had me turn on “Wild Horses,” their favorite song. Shortly after my father passed in peace with the words of Jagger and Richards echoing in his head.

Again, I thank everyone for their kind words. It means so much. For you guys to say such kind things makes me feel as though you are distant friends of mine.

Still trying to figure out how to attch his pic.

Jeff, I'm sorry for your loss. I loved your dad. I miss him. Today was another "missed phone day" to your dad. His passing has left a big gap in my life.

If your family needs anything please let us know.

Harry

[Tarheel]

Welcome Jeff. Your father was a very well respected member of this forum as the three hundred post in three different threads will attest. We all miss him greatly and things will never be the same here. Thank you for posting. YoungBuckster......I like that.

Chuck

[CECAA850]

All,

As I’m sure you can figure out by the name, I am Rob’s Son Jeff. I can speak for my entire family when I say we are blown away by everyone’s support and words. My father enjoyed this forum very much, but we never knew the magnitude of relationships he established with you guys. This forum provided my father with enjoyment and a way to express himself while he was home. I would like everyone to know that as sudden as the last days were, he passed with his family by his side. He was able to make peace with his situation and the people who meant the most to him. As you all know, The Stones are the greatest band in the world. His best friend arrived to the hospital 40 minutes prior to his passing. Like a man on a mission from God, he walked in the room and had me turn on “Wild Horses,” their favorite song. Shortly after my father passed in peace with the words of Jagger and Richards echoing in his head.

Again, I thank everyone for their kind words. It means so much. For you guys to say such kind things makes me feel as though you are distant friends of mine.

Still trying to figure out how to attch his pic.

Welcome. Don't be a stranger.

[m00n]

Wow.. I had no idea he was even sick. I will have to go find out and catch up. Very sorry for the loss to the family. Good speed Buck.

[Coytee]

Welcome Rob and as has been said...don't be a stranger.

Perhaps a thought for you that maybe (not now), you can later look into...after some of your own healing time has passed.

I'm sure everyone would love to hear some of your stories about your father. Not necessarily anything personal... I'm sure you might have an idea of what I mean. Just something fun about him that might be nice conversation for outsiders to hear. It might be nice (cathartic) for you to share your stories of him with us and most of us would appreciate knowing him a bit more in depth as most of us never got the chance to meet him.

Did he ever get to hang those Maxell posters up? (the speaker blowing the guy in the chair away) He wanted one of those and evidently, Maxell had run out but I had two of them that I knew I'd never use so I sent them both to him.

Again, condolences to you & your family.

(affectionately called by your father)

bass-turd!

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