"Apple Core" genre: Acoustic
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	This is the story of a homeless man, and showing you how he sees life on his terms. The city block is his, and as he reflects on the past he looks to the city skies, and the gargoyles for protection and security of memory. Written by Eric Meyer and James Glover and performed here accoustic.
	CD: Spiral Attic : memories, visions, dreams   Label: self produced Credits: Eric Meyer, James Glover, Chris Wall and N.J. Matt
	Story Behind the Song This is the story of a homeless man, and showing you how he sees life on his terms. In his mind the city block where he lives belongs to him, and as he reflects on the past, he sees it link to the present. He looks to the city skies, and the gargoyles for protection and security of memory. Written by Eric Meyer and James Glover accoustically while relaxing in the band house on Capital View Ave., Kensington Maryland. It was recorded here in the summer of 1995 in New Jersey, after the band had broken up. This was done in only a couple of takes, and James had recently discovered the harmonica, and played on the track after only a few months of learning. It is performed here accoustic with Chris Wall on Bass, and bongos, James on harmonica and vocals and Eric on guitar, Matt the engineer lent his skills on guitar overlay. Lyrics Dirty Sunrise on the way Street cleaner come and make my day Give me something to pray for Snake man's fantasies, who could ask for more Concrete Living, oh hell I'm a lonely man tonight, The gargoyles allright, maybe tonight Apple core tell me more who's your friend l'amore Fire ringer, Street singer linger for a drink l'amore well old healer who sayer, makes me think l'amore got an old whore show me more makes me drink, me sink l'amore Violent deamons, who is screamin' When memories holding onto you and life was so cruel, well who gives a damn anyway When the taste was as sweet as yesterday But still the apple's gone and the core is left to stay, the apple's gone and the core is left to stay you got to hold that door, you've got to catch up to the gate that's closing in the gate is closing in .... Peanut lore hold the floor tell me silence that old hell wedding bells rang for me l'amore violent deeds screem with me make me think my lord golden seed be with me and squeeze the tree the tree l'amore

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