1
listen to the silence of night
and the sounds of the crickets;
away from the city
the strikes and the pickets-
2
night has fallen
on the big meadow
children running to and fro;
crickets churning
gas lights burning,
tranquil nighttime
here at last.
Papst Blue Ribbon
near the end;
sandman time
around the bend.
3
The Rolling Stones
Exile on Main Street
Sweet Virginia
side one-cut one
right on.....
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC
1
listen to the silence of night
and the sounds of the crickets;
away from the city
the strikes and the pickets-
2
night has fallen
on the big meadow
children running to and fro;
crickets churning
gas lights burning,
tranquil nighttime
here at last.
Papst Blue Ribbon
near the end;
sandman time
around the bend.
3
The Rolling Stones
Exile on Main Street
Sweet Virginia
side one-cut one
right on.....
August 28, 1972
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