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The Worm In The Apple

Ezra Furman And The Harpoons
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I'm  gonna laugh at the top of my lungs til
 I can't quite  remember just what the joke was
 But the laughter will  fill up my body with love
 Which is always what  I've been told I'm supposed to want
 And I'm gonna  fly  on a plane  to the sky
 Which my  mind will devise  using science  that's been forgotten
 Cause I'm  getting bored  of the town  of New  York
 How the world's  been transformed  into a big  apple and it's gotten  so rotten
 While all the world makes money so stoically
 I will be building my home out of poetry
 Scraps of old volumes, wire and glue,
 Will be something, though feeble, it's all I can do
 In the back of the room my fingers will shake
 With the fury of someone with something to make
 That will take him so far, far away from this place
 That he'll never look back at all the worms and the snakes
 And they'll lick at my heals, but they aren't even real
 I will twirl and wheel through the skyway, high over the steeple
 And I'll take you with me and we'll grow old and lovely
 We'll eat fine apples from the tree of knowledge of good and evil
 You won't know about that
 Burning with all the things I must do
 To get free of the wasteland of wire and glue
 I am wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx zoo
 And I'm renaming all of the animals
 I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel
 To be bitten into like a worm in the apple
 I'm digging for freedom, it's all for a shovel
 I'm dirty; my fingertips hurt me
 The kids of Atlantis, magazines beneath the mattress
 With their names in the atlas of heartbreak are calling my name
 And I'm feeling baffled, the worm in the apple,
 But the cold water tap will rain down upon me
 And nothing will be the same
 It's all gonna be different now
 I hope.

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Readable chord sheet for The Worm In The Apple by Ezra Furman And The Harpoons

[G]I'm gonna laugh at the top of my lungs til
I can't [Em]quite remember just what the joke was
But the laughter wi[A]ll fill up my body with love
Which is always what[C] I've been told I'm supposed to want

And I'm [G]gonna f[C]ly on a [D]plane to the [C]sky
Which my[G] mind will d[C]evise using sci[D]ence that's been f[C]orgotten
Cause I[G]'m getting bo[C]red of the t[D]own of New[C] York
How the wo[G]rld's been trans[C]formed into a big[D] apple and it's gotten[C] so rotten

While all the world makes money so stoically
I will be building my home out of poetry
Scraps of old volumes, wire and glue,
Will be something, though feeble, it's all I can do
In the back of the room my fingers will shake
With the fury of someone with something to make
That will take him so far, far away from this place
That he'll never look back at all the worms and the snakes

And they'll lick at my heals, but they aren't even real
I will twirl and wheel through the skyway, high over the steeple
And I'll take you with me and we'll grow old and lovely
We'll eat fine apples from the tree of knowledge of good and evil
You won't know about that

Burning with all the things I must do
To get free of the wasteland of wire and glue
I am wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx zoo
And I'm renaming all of the animals
I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel
To be bitten into like a worm in the apple
I'm digging for freedom, it's all for a shovel
I'm dirty; my fingertips hurt me

The kids of Atlantis, magazines beneath the mattress
With their names in the atlas of heartbreak are calling my name
And I'm feeling baffled, the worm in the apple,
But the cold water tap will rain down upon me
And nothing will be the same
It's all gonna be different now
I hope.

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