3/29/2013

Don’t tell Tyra

Filed under: — Aprille @ 4:56 pm

In our folk choir, Miles and I are singing John Prine’s “Paradise.”  Miles has listened to the song many times, but he seems to have misheard the lyrics.

M:  Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
But empty top models was all we would kill.

 

For reference, the original lyrics:

Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.

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