Letra da Música Little Apples de Momus

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 haybale 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
Lke 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'