The Worm In The Apple - Ezra Furman, The Harpoons

I’m gonna sit on a big fluffy cloud

Looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds

Moving round and around the dark center of town

With their eyes all searching for something that can’t be found

I’m gonna laugh at the top of my lungs till

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 being 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