34. John Prine and Iris DeMent, In Spite of Ourselves
These two characters are characters. Their gentle little backhanded compliments to each other belie the truest, most lasting love that we all dream of. They’ve long since left sparkly romance behind and have arrived at a place that’s deeper and more essential, a place of peaceful coexistence where they could, if they were careless about such things, take each other for granted. The beauty is, they don’t. And after all the funny, earthy lines about undies and brass monkeys comes the big payoff, a line of such guileless sweetness: in spite of ourselves, we’ll end up sitting on a rainbow.
John Prine and Iris DeMent, “In Spite of Ourselves,” 1999. Written by John Prine.
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