Marianne Faithfull Quotes

Never apologize, never explain - didn't we always say that? Well, I haven't and I don't.

Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive!

There’s something heroic in a woman–-Brigitte Bardot, Anita Ekberg, Marianne Faithfull–-who takes great beauty, smokes it down to the filter and grinds it out under her sole.

The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs.

The voice of God, if you must know, is Aretha Franklin's.

I never trusted anybody at all. I don't know why it was so hard, I just didn't.

The Ballad of Lucy Jordan The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair. Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school, And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair. The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand, And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair

to that. You couldn’t go through that. You just

cigarettes he smoked. As if he were the Duke of

Chris Black-well, who owned Island Records. Blackwell loved the tracks and said, “Let’s take it the whole way.” My God, we were on! We cut the rest of

The whole Redlands business gave a patina of gravity to his personality

You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I replied (there’s a little bit of truth in all kidding). “Don’t be so silly, darling. God, I thought I’d really lost you this time.” “Wild horses,” I said, “wouldn’t drag me away.” My mother was there, too. I think she’d been by my side the entire six days. Mick had been drumming back and forth from the movie location. Nothing stops Mick when he’s working, not even an attempted suicide! I wouldn’t expect different.

the house. She was ashamed about the Mars Bar

but embarrassment.

very small and it will disappear. This

contents you have ever seen: incredibly lumpy

what it was. They wanted Andrew too, of course, and he was petrified. He basically stayed out of the country until it was all over, which is one of the

know anything about the Holy Grail, and I have to admit he ran with the ball.

you’re involved with, if you get half a chance. I treated

secretary would book me on the flight in business

Club, tonight, man, don’t you see?” “Please, Anita, coals to Newcastle! Mercy!” “Don’t think twice about it, baby. It’ll be outrageous, man. I will be your angel from hell. At

mysterious errand. It was Dylan’s day off and he

he was petrified. He basically stayed out of the

Schneiderman (alias David Britton alias David Henry)

Is he, really?

Oh, he’s smitten all right, Marianne.” “Is he, really?

We sat there in the kitchen and I started to pick away at these chords.… “It is the evening of the day.” I might have written that. “I sit and watch the children play,” I certainly wouldn’t have come up with that. We had two lines and an interesting chord sequence, and then something else took over somewhere in this process. I don’t want to say mystical, but you can’t put your finger on it. Once you’ve got that idea, the rest of it will come. It’s like you’ve planted a seed, then you water it a bit and suddenly it sticks up out of the ground and goes, hey, look at me. The mood is made somewhere in the song. Regret, lost love. Maybe one of us had just busted up with a girlfriend. If you can find the trigger that kicks off the idea, the rest of it is easy. It’s just hitting the first spark. Where that comes from, God knows. With “As Tears Go By,” we weren’t trying to write a commercial pop song. It was just what came out. I knew what Andrew wanted: don’t come out with a blues, don’t do some parody or copy, come out with something of your own. A good pop song is not really that easy to write. It was a shock, this fresh world of writing our own material, this discovery that I had a gift I had no idea existed. It was Blake-like, a revelation, an epiphany. “As Tears Go By” was first recorded and made into a hit by Marianne Faithfull. That was only weeks away.

But when I asked if she was behind 'You Can't Always Get What You Want,' she said, 'Absolutely. That's my song. Every time I hear it, I'm right back with Mick in the flat. Music can't tell time.

True, there’s nothing as great as “A Day in the Life,” but “2000 Light Years From Home” isn’t far behind, while “Citadel,” “2000 Man,” or “The Lantern” can hang with anything else on Pepper. The psychedelic Stones peaked with the August 1967 double-sided single of “Dandelion” and “We Love You,” an “All You Need Is Love” parody with backing vocals from John and Paul. The Stones filmed a video for “We Love You” as a commentary on their drug trials, set in a Victorian courtroom. Mick plays Oscar Wilde, in the dock for crimes of love; Marianne Faithfull plays his boy toy Lord Alfred Douglas. And as the judge—Keith, of course, complete with wig, robe, and gavel.

It had occurred to me that Jack and I would be starting out of the house at the same time each morning and that St. Anthony’s School was on his way to work. From that, I had perfected my fantasy: I would arrive in the MG amidst the confusion of buses, share a private laugh with Jack, then swing the door open to my newfound popularity. My hair would have come out as sleek and straight as Marianne Faithfull’s. By lunchtime, I’d be class president.

In severe melancholia, pain and anger become so intense that you eventually split yourself into two entities. You disconnect from the hated, humiliated part of yourself. You say to it: 'You're obviously sick and you're going to do something dreadful, so now I am going to separate from you and become autonomous.' You decide to dispose of it, to kill it off. You imagine you will be able to watch as it jumps out of the window, and rid yourself of it forever. This is such insanity and you go so mad that you believe that there will be a physical part of you that won't be killed. A part of you, you think, will be left behind to watch the Bad You fall to its destruction, to observe your own death and gloat and say: 'Ha! ha! ha! See, I got you! Fool!' But halfway down you realize that you have made a terrible mistake. There is no other half. There's no one left to gloat. The joke is on you, but you're not laughing anymore. In the split second between your vengeful act and extinction you always regret it. I know because I did when I took the sleeping pills in Australia. You have a moment of truth where you see your gesture for what it is. Which is a very petty thing. It's a hostile act. And it's insane because you're trying to get back at things through an act of such ultimate revenge that it involves your own annihilation. At just that instant you hit the ground and it's all over.