Apples On the Floor

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Fred Thomas - Rock, Lo-Fi

Apples On the Floor

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Radio waves sang like enemies In my parents house I couldn't hear all of the frequencies, no But I hear them now The world in return inconsolably And the sky turned black I walked by the schools and the factories And always turned back There were apples on the floor, was another world war Piles of elastics at the stores Jimi Hendrix and The Doors There was something on my mind Could not fast forward or rewind I could just live in that time With too many Valentines A candy heart that said your mine Some empty bottles of red wine Some new impossible design Of only intersecting lines The haunted house on Halloween The happy heart should never have seen Left leg goes through the trampoline The red, the gold, the grey, the green The leaves would fall in angry piles Cut your hair in different styles And we just lay there and smiled But it was only for a while It's only ever for a while The sweetest conference, single files And we are on marches and miles La da-da da La la-la, la-la La da-da, da-da, da-da, da-daaah La la-la la La da-da, la la La da-da, la-laaah

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Credits

Writers
  • Fred Thomas