It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. We were tearing apart. Much worse than anything recent. We were going to put a man on the moon, and we had riots in every major city in the US. Britain wasn't much better off. A group of English musicians, recording in Los Angeles at the time captured the angst and sense of doom with this song. Keith Richards' haunting black verses leave a moody impression for those who lived it. Adding a unique, and spine tingling vocal, Merry Clayton(yes, that's spelled right) was woken up late at night for session work, and screams into the mic; 'rape', 'murder', 'it's just a shot away'. So brutal was her contribution that night that she miscarried the following day. Don't listen if you are in a good mood.