Little Apples

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 hay bale 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

Like 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'