Ezra Furman And The Harpoons - The Worm In The Apple Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 3 fret
GI'm gonna laugh at the top of my lungs til I can't Emquite remember just what the joke was But the laughter wiAll fill up my body with love Which is always whatC I've been told I'm supposed to want And I'm Ggonna fCly on a Dplane to the Csky Which myG mind will dCevise using sciDence that's been fCorgotten Cause IG'm getting boCred of the tDown of NewC York How the woGrld's been transCformed into a bigD apple and it's gottenC 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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