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Apples
03:10
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You were my brother.
You were my dad.
You were my lover
then you turned bad.
And it only takes one
to turn the rest
and when something’s rotten
there’s nothing left.
Now I eat apples and collect the pips.
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth
with every one I spit
and think about you and how you hurt me more
than anyone or anything has ever done before.
To the core.
To the core.
You cut me to the core - but no more.
You’ve got me stewing in my juices,
not just a metaphor.
You chop and bruise and skin me,
leave me feeling raw.
I boil and I simmer.
I stick to your side
until the acid burns a hole in my heart.
Now I
just eat apples and collect the pips.
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth
and with every one I spit
I think about you and how you hurt me more
than anyone or anything has ever done before.
To the core.
To the core.
You cut me to the core - but no more.
You like your strudel sweet,
you like a sticky pie.
When I bake you a treat
I am the apple of your eye.
And it might take a thousand,
maybe more or less
but it only takes a hundred
to start to take effect
so I’ll keep on eating apples
and I’ll collect the pips.
One day I will have enough and crush them into bits
and into powder - then into flour
and I will bake a cake that you’ll devour.
Within the hour you will be dead.
You will be dead.
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Pairs
02:21
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I like pears.
Not just the fruity ones.
I like doubles, anything in couples, even puzzles.
I like greens.
Not just the veggie ones.
I like naive, I like green tea, I like green leaves.
You can’t wear me out - I’m like a dynamo.
I’m in no doubt about how to keep going.
I don’t need to shout - I don’t need to keep showing off.
I like flowers.
Not the bready kind.
Well I don’t mind a bit of bread and butter
with one thing or another.
You can’t keep me down - well not for long.
I turn myself around by writing songs
I reconnect with my child intellect
and you can bet it’s better than you get
by thinking too much.
I like petals
and I like colourful.
I like a big border full with everything beautiful.
Life can be wonderful.
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