Tumbling Dice

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Its funny with dreams, you know?

This morning I distinctly remember two of my dreams from last night. One was of my dog, Max, and carrying him up the stairs when he was sick at the end of his life.

Awwww, Max-A-Million, I thought when I awoke. He was a king amongst dogs.

The other dream was actually a recall of a 1981 concert by George Thorogood, Journey, and the Rolling Stones. I recall my brother John, my buddy Tom, and my buddy JC watching Jagger and Richards onstage, and the one sung that stuck was Tumbling Dice - a Stones classic that opened the encore.

How's that for a memory?

Yet Tumbling Dice was in my dream because its always been one of my favorite songs, yet I had no idea what Mick was saying. I used to wait for the part where he sang, sixes and sevens and nines and You can be my partner in crime.

Thank God for the lyrics app on the droid.

Are you ready?

Tumbling Dice by the Glimmer Twins

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always trying to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down.
But, baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, cheatin like I don't know how
But baby, baby... there's a fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin, it's got my feet a itchin
you know, you know the deuce is still wild

But baby, I can't stay
you got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice
roll me and call me the tumblin dice

Always in a hurry, never stop to worry
don't you see the time flashing by?
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime

But baby, I can't stay
you got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice

Oh my, my, my I'm the lone crap shooter
playing the field every night

But baby, I can't stay
you got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice
roll me and call me the tumblin dice

(to fade)

Not exactly Mark Twain, huh? Pretty down on the fairer sex, eh? Still, fantastic. Need to go put it on right now. I will probably struggle through trying to match the words with Mick's growl.

And the growl behind both dreams from last night is that I went nearly 35 years, listening to Tumbling Dice hundreds of times and not ever knowing what it meant. I hung with Max for 12 years and watched him fade, knowing only that he was just plain awesome and missing him now that he's gone, but I still visit with him, you know?

Ah, I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always trying to waste me

and

There's a fever in the funk house now

Those are good themes for the day. Try getting the tune out of your head now.

Comments

deafjeff said…
I can smell your funkhouse from here champ.
13 November, 2010
Cliff Fazzolari said…
Thanks, Pops, I wanted someone to comment on that one...I love a great line.
13 November, 2010
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