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
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
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