Murder Is Just a Shallow Way

Murder Is Just a Shallow Way-Mondegreen

When she made breakfast, she usually would go to town.  She called them "Crazy Eggs"

He'd lay out a series of leftovers, bits of salad trimmings, salsa, cheese.  This went over especially well if there was a party the night before. It was all about the taste, never the looks.

Especially when she added leftover red wine, turning the eggs pink or purple.  He was plenty happy not to cook at all.  And he loved sitting back to watch the reactions from the newbies in the band or other guests.  A means of torture, or a test.  Or an initiation.  Anyone else who wanted to make their own were completely welcome to do so.  He was more uptight about it than she was.

And when they were discussing intricacies of music, he was still amazed by her level of erudition.  And sheer innocence.  "Murder is just a shallow way"

You Murderer, so shallow.

So funny.

When he corrected her, she honestly seemed disappointed by the real lyric.

"Of course.  Just a shot away.  Gun murders, that's so obvious!  But, if you consider how shallow it is to try to take over the world by rape & murder, it's tremendously shallow.  Take over the world with ideas.  With music.  That's power. Isn't that what you guys were trying to do. And failed?"

This made the rest of them shut up and twiddle nervously at their coffee.  He still felt some sense of shame about his generation.  The idea of peace had disintegrated into sex and drugs.  Rock n Roll was still around, but it had turned commercial.

They exchanged looks around the table.  She had a point.


Gimme Shelter by the Rolling Stones, this line is sung "Murder is just a shot away", by Merry Clayton

No Buttons On My Shoes

She was great about lyrics.

Maybe too great.  A stickler.  Plus, to make things worse, she was well-read.  And always reading something new.  Or doing research.

"Hey, did you know the zipper was invented the same year that Grand Central Terminal was opened?  1913?  That makes them even older than you!"
"Thanks,"
"No, you know that line in that song?  About the buttons on the . . ."

It was the one where she'd wiggle her pretty little foot. He knew the exact line, but feigned ignorance.

This conversation was getting to him.  She was picking at it, every detail of the lyric.  It doesn't matter, just shut up and sing!  It reminded him of fans who wanted to know every fact about him.  And how she was once one of them.  She was still coming out with random facts about his life, including stuff he never even knew.  Or things he just couldn't remember anymore.  Another line from the song:"I don't know enough about you", except she did.  She knew plenty.  More than he liked.  But she sang it so seductively.

She sang it like as if there were more to know about him. And as if she was still eager to discover it, to seduce it all out of him.  It was nice to be considered such an object of interest.  As a person (not as a figurehead).

Because he was certain that he wasn't that deep.  Except in her eyes, she could make him do things that surprised him. (SCENE) Made him laugh. He liked that man she seemed to be in love with.  Or who SHE thought he was.  Like with the audiences, he was always afraid of not living up to expectations.

And lately, it was getting harder. His medication wasn't working.  He was getting more cranky.  He saw a breakdown coming. If only he could tell her that the alcohol was his last hope, that a little could calm him down.  Too much wasn't good, but she shouldn't get in between him and his drink.

And THAT was the one thing she didn't want to know about him.  Pesky kid poking around a haunted house.  The biggest danger is that you'll find something.  Or collapse through the floorboards.  Get killed not by the ghost, but by the reality.  (Poor kid.)


"I Don't Know Enough About You" sung by Jessica Molasky