The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I really, really, thought our Patti had been on the hippie trail in North Africa and was expressing dissent concerning the monotonous diet of baked chickpea-flour matzos. something they don't warn you about in "Marrakesh Express" and which Crosby, Stills and Nash unaccountably failed to metion about Moroccan food.
Then I saw the song was about immigrants swimming or sinking in an American dream that was turning nightmarish. Daresay if she wrote it today she'd add a few lines about the whole-hearted welcome Donald Trump is extending to newcomers to the USA.
1/29/2017 8:24 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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