Song Lyric Sunday — Shelter

This week’s theme for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday is “give/giving.” Though there are tons of songs that came to mind, the song I ended up choosing is The Rolling Stones classic song, “Gimme Shelter.”

“Gimme Shelter” is the opening track of the 1969 album Let It Bleed. The song was written by The Rolling Stones’ lead vocalist Mick Jagger and guitarist Keith Richards, the band’s primary songwriting team. The Stones didn’t release this song as a single, so it never charted.

After the first verse is sung by Jagger, gospel singer Merry Clayton enters. It was a late night recording session and Clayton, who was pregnant at the time, got the call at the last minute when the song’s producer, Jack Nitzsche, decided the song needed a female vocalist. Clayton showed up with curlers in her hair and wearing silk pajamas. Jagger explained to her that she’d be singing the line, “Rape, murder, it’s just a shot away.”

She did a take of her line, then decided to “blow them out of this room” on the next take. This time, she delivered a chilling vocal an octave higher, her voice cracking on “murder.” And then she went home and went back to bed.

“Gimme Shelter” is about the political and social unrest at the time. There was the war in Vietnam, race riots, and Charles Manson. Mick Jagger sings of needing shelter from this “storm.” He said, “That song was written during the Vietnam War and so it’s very much about the awareness that war is always present; it was very present in life at that point.“

Here are the song’s lyrics.

Oh, a storm is threat’ning
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade awayWar, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin’
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost your way

War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

The floods is threat’ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I’m gonna fade away

War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

I tell you love, sister, it’s just a kiss away
It’s just a kiss away
It’s just a kiss away
It’s just a kiss away
It’s just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

FFfPP — The Final Resting Place

A001E6FB-17B4-42D3-80C2-D09C31F70C62“How many bedrooms and bathrooms?” Dave asked the realtor.

“The house is a shell,” she responded, “You’ll have the flexibility to configure it any way that meets your needs.”

“How long do you think it will take to complete the renovations?” Lizzie asked her husband.

“I think we could get the work done in maybe six months if we don’t run into any major structural issues,” Dave responded.

“The bones are solid,” the realtor assured them. “But it will need all new wiring and plumbing. That’s why it’s been priced way below market for a house this size sitting on four acres of land.”

“And you said that it is zoned for commercial use?” Dave asked.

“Yes, commercial and residential,” the realtor answered.

“Let’s do it,” Lizzie said.

“You really think we can handle it?” Dave asked. “This will be the biggest project we’ve taken on.”

“Yes, it will be perfect.” Lizzie said. “We can live in part of the house and set up the mortuary and chapel in the other part. And there’s plenty of room on the four acres for the cemetery. It will be the perfect final resting place for our clients.

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Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: AugustMorgueFIle 1385913133hxuxw.

And for Daily Addictions (complete).

Eleven More Questions

Okay, I had a brain fart. This post originally gave credit to Rory, from A Guy Called Bloke, as having been nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award. My bad. It was actually Kristian, from Tales From the Mind of Kristian, who received the coveted Sunshine Blogger Award nomination. So now that I’ve corrected the record, let’s proceed.

And as is custom, Kristian came up with eleven questions he posed to the eleven bloggers he nominated. Of course, I was not among the eleven, but it’s a free country, right? (Well, it used to be before Trump, anyway.) So I’m going to go ahead and answer Kristian’s questions even though I wasn’t invited to.

  1. Do you like Halloween? I can take it or leave it.
  2. What method of murder do you most like to see in films/movies? Clever, intellectual murders. I don’t like slasher movies or movies with blood, guts, and gore.
  3. Horror or Comedy? Comedy. Although comedic horror movies like “Beetlejuice” and “Young Frankenstein” are two of my favorite movies.1923A1B9-AABE-4F26-A8D7-27DB4A9760D3
  4. What’s your favorite thing to do with a pumpkin? Smash them. I am not a fan of anything pumpkin — spice, pie, seeds, whatever. I will admit, though, that when my kids were young, we used to carve pumpkins for Halloween. And that was fun.A250D068-E884-468E-B457-B835D421C9B1
  5. If you could choose between ruling the world or living in paradise, which would you choose? Paradise. 
  6. What human trait do you like the most? Sincerity.
  7. Which human trait do you dislike the most? Insincerity, duh!
  8. If we discovered an inhabitable planet and had the option to start a new life there, would you? Were I a younger man with most of my life ahead of me, sure. But being an old guy who will die long before, due to unchecked climate change, our planet will no longer be able to support human life, I’ll pass on starting a new life on another planet.
  9. Do you believe in ghosts? If yes, have you had an experience you’d like to share? No.
  10. Have you ever had a recurring Nightmare? Share it with us, if so. Yes. Click here to find out about them.
  11. If you had to remove either Halloween or Christmas from the calendar so no one could celebrate it ever again, which would you choose? Neither. Why would anyone want to take away anyone’s holidays, even if you don’t celebrate them themselves? Sheesh!

SoCS — Broken Bones

BE60A4D8-85B5-4BA6-A592-A006C53A4E10When Linda G. Hill gave us the word “bone” as the topic for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, I will admit that the first thing that came to mind was the slang term for what happens to a certain part of the male anatomy when in a state of sexual arousal. So I guess it’s true that even men of my advanced age can occasionally think like a 17-year-old hormonal boy.

But then I reconsidered and thought about the four broken bones I’ve had in my entire life. Fortunately, all were relatively minor fractures. And all happened when I was a lot younger.

I broke a toe delivering newspapers on my paper route when I was around 11. I was wearing sneakers and was running up cement steps when I guess I misjudged where my foot was and ended up kicking one of the steps really hard, breaking a bone in my big toe.

My next broken bone occurred during a little league baseball game. I was playing second base and was attempting to field a ground ball when it took a weird bounce. Because I’m right handed, my baseball glove was on my left hand, and when the ball took that unexpected bounce, it smashed into the pinky finger on my right hand, breaking the middle phalanx bone. My pinky finger on my right hand remains misshapen to this day.

Finally, when I was in my late-twenties, I took a nasty spill on a black diamond ski slope and cracked two ribs. If you’ve ever cracked a rib or two, then you know that, for about a month after having broken a rib, you don’t want to sneeze or laugh. And you also don’t want anyone to hug you. Breaking a rib has a very sad, lonely recovery period.

And so there you have my history of broken bones. Perhaps this post might have been more interesting had I gone ahead and written about what first came to mind when I saw the word “bone.”

FOWC with Fandango — Adorable

FOWCWelcome to October 27, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “adorable.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.