Hit Me With Some Words, Mick

Ok; so there's this Rolling Stone song, Shattered, see?  It was released in 1978, I think.  It seems to be about New York and that was the time of the great New York bankruptcy debaccle.  It's amazing how far that city has come from that low.  Anyway, here are Jaggar and Richards with their take on life in the Big Apple Fastlane.  I think the lyrics are among the most poetic in rock.  Comeon. You have to admit:  these guys are geniuses. 

Shattered - Jaggar/Richards

Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I’m in tatters!
I’m a shattered
Shattered

Friends are so alarming 
My lover’s never charming
Life’s just a cocktail party on the street
Big apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex a nd sex and sex
Look at me, I’m in tatters
I’m a shattered
Shattered

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter ’bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can’t give it away on 7th avenue
This town’s been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain’t you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (shattered) does it matter?
I’m shattered.
Shattered

Ahhh, look at me, I’m a shattered
I’m a shattered
Look at me- I’m a shattered, yeah

Pride and joy and greed and sex
That’s what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I’m in tatters, yeah
I’ve been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I’m a shattered

Don’t you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town’s in tatters I’ve been shattered
My brain’s been battered, splattered all over manhattan

Uh-huh, this town’s full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the big apple, don’t mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain’s been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter