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
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
I was singing it one day within earshot of a friend who suddenly started laughing. I had trouble accepting the fact that David Crosby would enunciate the word "police" with the accent on the first syllable...PO-lice car. We dug out the vinyl and he proved me wrong. Still, my friend did admit that my version made better sense, Crosby looking into his mirror and seeing a falling star (as in rock star). I still sing it my way.
10/7/2004 4:03 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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