Apples Songtext
von Beans on Toast

One, two, three

As honest as an apple from an apple tree
Strong as an oak, as busy as a beech
I′ll hold you like a weeping willow might hold ya
With a scattering of seeds and a sudden flash of magnolia

Knock on wood, baby, wish me luck
I wish I was as useful as a coconut

Both the bed that I was born in, and the coffin I'll be burnt in
Started their lives out as tiny little seeds
Easy to forget and it′s hard to believe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

As pretty as a peach, proud as a plum
The ambition of an acorn, I wanna get me some
Swinging like a world champion conker
The secret life behind, every door you've ever opened

From the tree top to beneath the floor
The handle of a hammer and the handle of a saw


The guitar that I am playing, and the stage where I am standing
Started their lives out as tiny little seeds
Easy to forget and it's hard to believe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

I go back and back to you tree by the cataract
Where the black, ice-cold river splash
Where the moss, gathers his thoughts most moistly
Flies swerve as I lay my anararch
And I place my sitting vones
I′m clenched inside, release with the river rat went to die
One of these days alive
At the end of my laboured life
Spent scrabbling, scribbling vague outlines

I′ll consider, see me for a second down here in your black luminescence
I can sense your sap in my vessels right now
My substrats are crackling your Presence
My celium lines, I am the bloody scene of a crime
While you am without seeming to try
Let me lie back, truthful, my spine and your gird trunk
Your dirt dug up in my cuticles


Choose me cleaning the turning of seasons
Pump humus up in my noodle, mud in my toes
I let fall the nothings I know
I am everything that shudders and grows
I am ooze, you are oozing in my muscles and bones
It soothes me, I am suddenly home
Woken up, my ambition is a broken cup of dust
Make me useful, love, swallow me up
Take my bones and blood, my love, make me useful as a coconut

I wish I was as useful as a coconut
Ah-ah ah, ah-ah ah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

We build a world out of wood, fill our bellies on its fruit
We cut them down faster than we plant them
But there is still a path through the forest to your heart
Tune they little drumstick somewhere tapping out the rhythm
Can you hear them
Are you listening

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (whoa-oh ohh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (oh-oh ohh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (oh-oh ohh)
Wish I was as useful as a coconut