Stone made of stone lyrics

Stone made of stone lyrics

Made Of Stone

The Stone Roses

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can’t be delayed

No earth, just sky it’s so surreal
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

I’m standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style

And for far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?

Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don’t these times fill your eyes

When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?

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Made of Stone Lyrics as written by John Squire Ian George Brown

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General CommentThe whole album is inspired by the french student riots in 1968: the french flag is on the cover, and the lemons are there because the students used them to help with the effects of tear gas.

This song of all the ones on the album sounds like the most likely to be about a riot. The streets are cold and lonely because they have been cleared by the police, the cars that were set on fire are just left burning.

Obviously the whole song is about the contrast between the fire and the cold, the warmth and the emptiness, being alone and together.

The fire could also be a metaphor for his desire, the rioters desire for change and revolution, a desire which was quashed by the cold of the French government.

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