( Smog, "Red Apple Falls" LP )
I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red
I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
The ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples for us
Full of millions of red apples for us
I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red
I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
I went down to the river
To meet the widowWe wrote this song and figured what the hell.
Maybe one day it’ll be on TRL.
Maybe we’ll be on top with Britney Spears
Or maybe with all those fucking boy band queers.
And maybe we’ll perform this live right in Times Square
Or maybe little girls will fight for a lock of our hair.
Just maybe…
But there’s no chance! We fucking suck!
As for TRL, we’re out of luck!
Fuck your vote of the entire nation,
Fuck you Carson, and the MTV station.
Maybe they’ll ask us to join Backstreet Boys
Or maybe there’ll be Cheezburger Mafia action toys.
And maybe we’ll go cross country on stadium tours
Or maybe we’ll win 5, 6, 7 Video Music Awards.
Just maybe…
But there’s no chance! We fucking suck!
As for TRL, we’re out of luck!
Fuck your vote of the entire nation,
Fuck you Carson, and the MTV station.
And maybe…
Just maybe…