eleventhirtyoseven: of “Let It Bleed”…

i remember instances from my childhood…we all do i’m sure…where we wanted…no, we HAD to have!…whatever…some ridiculous toy…or gadget we saw on a tv commercial during saved by the bell…or something one of our best friend’s parents were cool enough to buy them and we were lucky enough to get a tiny taste of during a sleepover…powerwheels, for example…or the barbie motorhome…etc…

so i’d beg my mom for whatever said gadget, because back then all my dad did was work/drink/eat/sleep…in fact i have no memories of him whatsoever until i was maybe 10 years old…so i’d beg my mom and depending on the circumstances, which included expenses or my behavior or how many a’s i got on my report card…she would either grant or deny my request…i was an “only” child…my mother, one of 5…my father one of 7!…i’d like to think, in fact, i’m rather sure that, because of their situations growing up, they both made a point not to “spoil” me…until they divorced, of course…then, and only then, i became a “daddy’s girl”…

i can’t reacall any specific instance, although i know there were many, in which i got what i’d asked for…however, i recall how my mother, who hated to be called “mother”, would respond if her answer was no…

she’d say “you can’t always get what you want…you can’t always get what you want…you can try sometimes…but you just might find…you get what you need.”

now i didn’t know who the stones were ’til i was at least 10 or 12…so naturally, i hated! hearing those words…

i wish i could recall the exact moment i realized my mom had been quoting me mick&keith…or later the exact moment i realized what mick&keith meant…