Apples & Honey - The Macaroons

You change from winter to the spring While I am sleeping Beneath these apple trees of sorrow Grown for me I read the letters in your pocket They says you're starving now It's usually reckless to write Something we don't mean And I could sit days but you wouldn't care I see those carvings in the tree we share I know that it is all of the moments That I spend with you I suddenly feel that none of them were true I know the leaves are Falling for you Fading for me Those bright lights just ain't lights of love left to be And now I'm like Hey what's going on I lay down by the fire warming up my bones 'Cause it's freezing and the only thing I want is to melt I wish I had the wear with all to do so But I'm so alone won't you know That it ain't so nice to be fooling around And picking my heart up To throw it away And I could sit days but you wouldn't care I see those carvings in the tree we share I know that it is all of the moments that I spend with you I suddenly feel that none of them were true I know the leaves are Falling for you Fading for me Those bright lights just ain't lights of love left to be And now I'm like Hey what's going on And now I sit days as the days go by And nothing seems clear as I clearly try I clearly try to figure out why I fell in love so hard It must be these apples that I ate at the start And in the end I'm calling for you Oh please, answer me Those bright lights are still lights that I'd like to see And now I'm like Hey what's going on I don't know

Delilah the dancer from Soho Was making her way down the lane Simpson from Harrow Had fruit on his barrow He sold it for love and for gain Simpson said, "Hello, young woman" "My Pippins are lovely today" "Don't be suspicious" "Of Golden Delicious" "Whatever your granny might say" There only apples, red and green Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow Apples, red and green Delilah the dancer from Soho Took ages to make up her mind Simpson said, "Madam," "You'd know if you'd 'ad 'em" "That these are the very best kind" "This is the pick of the orchard" "Forgive me a figure of speech" "But apples like these here" "Just don't grow on trees, dear" "And this one is really a peach" There only apples, red and green Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow Apples, red and green Simpson picked out a green apple He polished it up on his sleeve He said, "Do me a favour" "And savour the flavour" "Of what you're about to receive" Delilah the dancer from Soho Accepted his gift with a smile She said, "It looks like a good 'un" "It'll do for my pudden" "I'll get round to it after a while" There only apples, red and green Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow Apples, red and green

Oscillations, oscillations Electronic evocations of sound's reality Spinning, magnetic fluctuations Waves of wave configurations That dance between the poles off sound And bind my world to soul I walk the streets of moment Head down to the ground Cars are stars remotely far My only world is sound Passersby are worlds that fly Far from the dance of time Time whirls round from pole to pole And swirls within the sound of... Oscillations, oscillations Electronic evocations of sound's reality Spinning, magnetic fluctuations Waves of wave configurations That dance between the poles off sound And bind my world to soul Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, o-

Dust, this day is hash... A broken bottle's inside Strewn with rinds of love And shattered shells of soul. Dust of other days... Crumpled hours of devotion Washed down gutter streams To sink within the tide. Dust of love squeezed dry... Hateful fingers strangled joy Self-made love as bare as bone Dropped down to dusty morning.

I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas Now, let's make a long "ay" sound Ay-ples and ba-nay-nays I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays Let's try a long "ee" sound Ee-ples and be-nee-nees I like to eat, eat, eat ee-ples and be-nee-nees I like to eat, eat, eat ee-ples and be-nee-nees How about a long "I" sound? I-ples and bi-ni-nis I like to ite, ite, ite i-ples and bi-ni-nis I like to ite, ite, ite i-ples and bi-ni-nis Great! Let's sing it with a long "o" sound O-ples and bo-no-nos I like to ote, ote, ote o-ples and bo-no-nos I like to ote, ote, ote o-ples and bo-no-nos I know! Let's make an "oo" sound Oo-ples and bo-nooh-noohs I like to oote, oote, oote oo-ples and bo-noo-noos I like to oote, oote, oote oo-ples and bo-noo-noos Apples and bananas, one more time I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas

And I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are gonna to school goodbye She reaches out and takes my hand And squeezes it and says how you feeling hon And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat Then she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me and I'm always late But she sits waitin' patiently And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such think as make believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime When myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind To ease my mind to ease my mind