"The Paris Review" lyrics

I have strong opinions
I've been told I have strong opinions
You can't trust the mainstream
They're all amateurs

I hitched a ride to Memphis on
A magnolia leaf - I holed up
For the Winter writing a play
Called Ode to Humidity

I Door-Dashed barbecue and
Watched There Will Be Blood
In my hotel room at the
PEABODY downtown
Then read an interview with
Shelby Foote
In the Paris Review

I was wrong about you
I was wrong about you, my dear
You can't trust the manic depressive
When he's off his meds

I slipped on my loafers and made
Coffee in the kitchenette then
Worked on these couplets - it feels like
I'm turning water into wine

I Door-Dashed barbecue and
Watched There Will Be Blood
In my hotel room at the
PEABODY downtown
Then read an interview with
WALKER PERCY
In the Paris Review
In the Paris Review
In the Paris Review