Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Apples, artist - Momus. Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Song language: English
Little Apples |
| Lying in the nude with my Apple G4 cube |
| I am rendering a porcupine in Bryce |
| And in Stratavision Pro I’m designing where to grow |
| Little apples when I build a hay bale house |
| I heard on Ananova while snoozing in the clover |
| They’ve mapped the human genotype at last |
| And when the news was done I looked up into the sun |
| Through my Fuji DV1 and photographed a lone |
| Golden eagle like a Stealth jet on a test |
| As the cliches turn to truths |
| Like the trees begin to lose |
| Their leaves I think |
| I’ve lost where I belong |
| Tears fill up my eyes |
| Cos I’m leaving life behind |
| To live forever in a country music song |
| I drank and then I lied |
| I shot and then I died |
| I woke up under open country sky |
| Is West Virginia real |
| Here on my windshield |
| It sure as hell looks strange |
| In the weird Blue Mountain rain |
| Like a figment of my melancholy mind |
| The seasons as they turn |
| A log fire as it burns |
| Country music always at my heels |
| I’m becoming all the songs |
| I’ve been living them so long |
| I sometimes sing the words in Japanese |
| Break me out of jail |
| Before my memory fails |
| I don’t believe in destiny or God |
| Did a flying sauce come |
| Flying from the sun |
| And fry my brain and dazzle me with fog |
| Did it take my soul away |
| Is that why it’s all so strange |
| I’ve forgotten the refrain |
| Bury me at sea |
| Say Who the hell was he? |
| Or weep on bended knee |
| But say these lines: |
| 'Here lies a fool who never knew |
| Who he really was and threw away the little apples |
| The little apples of his mind' |