Give him shelter

The Prime Minister seeks solace in song.

But there he was, playing ever more earnestly on the piano. He picked up tempo and volume for a few moments, tapping his foot under the piano bench, before turning around to look at everyone watching him.

“Recognize the tune?”

No one said anything for a moment.

“Gimme Shelter,” said Sun Media photographer Bob Tymczysyn.

Harper grinned, nodded and said, “Rolling Stones!” and turned back to the piano to keep playing.

Let us now wildly over-think this random moment and consider what the lyrics to the Rolling Stones’ ode to the apocalypse may say about Mr. Harper’s current mindset.

Oh a storm is threat’ning my very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away

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

See the fire sweepin’ out very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet, mad bull lost its 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

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

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, it’s just a kiss away