"We are slaves of fiction because we know it is the one thing capable of incinerating our tombstone."
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Patty Smith's The Warrior -- For "shootin' at the walls of heartache" one could substitute "kickin' down the walls of heartache."
Joni Mitchell's Big Yellow Taxi -- For "They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot" one could substitute "They paved paradise and rolled out a parkin' lot" since though there certainly are multi-story parking lots, the average person's first thought on hearing the term "parking lot" is of a classic surface-level stretch of asphalt, to the construction of which the term "put up" does not apply, in one man's quiet opinion.
The Dan's Deacon Blues -- For "I cried when I wrote this song, / Sue me if I play too long," one could substitute "I cried when I wrote this song, / Sue me if I play it wrong" though it is of course the heighth of presumptuousness to suggest an alteration of a Dan lyric, Walter and Donald's tunes among the most magnificently written in rock history but I've been thinking and singing "play it wrong" for decades, thinking that was the way it was originally sung and recorded, hence this inexcusable note.
The most pretentious hotdog ever put on a bun. A perfect example of how not to write a novel. Should have been awarded an Oscar Meyer Prize. But he was young and under the influence of an overwhelming non-straightforward maximum-complexity master, so he can be given a pass.