Non-lp lyrics

Red Apple Boy.
It's a red apple day, they say -
I don't agree.
It's a red apple day, they say -
I don't agree.
In the rust of the valley of the river of the night, I feel obliged,
to be dark,
to be alive.

It's a red apple day, they say -
I don't agree.
A red apple day, they say -
I don't agree.
Because the sun is a piece of paper torn from the Sunday magazines.
Someone's spat on the back and slapped it up against the wall.
It's curling at the edges, now it's about to fall -
I feel obliged.

It's a red apple day, they say -
I don't agree.
A red apple day, they say -
I don't agree.
Coffee's burnin in the pot,
the clock on the wall stopped -
just then the penny dropped.

I had a red apple boy, she said -
Don't agree.
I had a red apple boy, she said -
I don't agree.
In the rust of the valley of the river of the night I feel obliged.
From Traineater by The Book of Knots.
Writers: Thomas-Parkins-Wolf-Bossi-Kihlstedt-Hamilton-Maimone.
©2007 Bug Music / Eye of Night / Broca's Fold / Boston to Bombay / Maim One Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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