Lyrics From In The Village Of The Apple Sun
this is why they call me guru 7
i'm walking egg shells into the ground
and i'm long in the tooth
my words are square as the ocean is round
but i'm hip to the truth
and this is why they call me guru 7...
i'm on a path in the pouring rain
on a dumb english day
my legs are strong but my ankles are strained
it's the price that i pay
and i've paid
and this is why they call me guru 7
this is why they call me guru 7
guru 7, c'mon
when the moon in your mind comes alive
said the forest to the tree
sap will flow, leaves will grow, you will thrive
to the beehive said the bee
and this is why they call me guru 7
a leather face on a wooden head with an elephant's beak
i can't remember the last thing i said
said the monk to the freak
i took a vow not to speak
i only lasted a week
but i tried
i tried
and this is why they call me guru 7
mushroom box, 1975
cantaloupe is what you call the fruit you had for breakfast
but goddess is the mother of the dinner of the moon
and vindalloo for lunch with rice is oh so nice and spicy
but the flavour that you crave will leave you grinning like a loon
mushroom box, 1975
a cup of tea will always be the purpose of the morning
for those that have to shave and read the paper on the train
but if you are inclined and have some time to do some digging
let me rearrange the tables in the lounge car of your brain
she crept across the bedroom floor
it creaked with every footstep
she paused, then crept a little more, making sure she was alone
she opened up a dresser drawer and pulled from deep inside it
a music box that tingled with the gentlest of tones...
mushroom box, 1975
the eye on my hand
the eye on my hand
sees the strength of your plan
sees the wisdom of love and of laughter
the strength of my mirror
brings closer and clearer the source of the light you are after
the moon's cool bright glow
the sun made of snow
the warmth of your whisper, my life-giving sister
re-opens the ears of my mind
the heat from your skin says "welcome, come in...
we're certain you seek what you find"
what you find
you'll find what you look for
you'll find
you'll find what you need
you'll find
a beautiful flower
you'll find
in a field of seeds
you'll find
the kingdom of heaven
you'll find
in the kiss of the queen
you'll find
there is only this moment
you'll find
and the one in-between
between
the one in-between
the eye on my hand sees the strength of your plan
sees the wisdom of love and of laughter
the strength of my mirror brings closer and clearer
the source of the light you are after
the river that flows
the oceans she knows
on a bicycle built for bicycle nine
all the no-mark maybes stand in line
on a bicycle built for bicycle ten
all the new-born babies just pretend
they're crying
they're crying
on a bicycle built for bicycle neve
all the tangled webs we've won un-weave
on a bicycle built for bicycle ray
all the fears of failing of fall away
they're falling
they're falling
with no way to prove this is happening
we'll soar through the sky
and we'll fall 'til we fly
on a bicycle built for bicycle me
all the birds i keep won't leave the tree
on a bicycle built for bicycle you
all the things you say just might be true
you're crazy
you're crazy
with no need to prove this is happening
we'll soar through the sky
and we'll fall 'til we fly
we'll soar through the sky
and we'll fall 'til we fly
fly
murray boots are conquering the world
murray boots are conquering the world
they shine so black like beetles on feet
they dance click-clack to the murray-boot beat
and what they lack in subtlety, they make up for in soul
murray boots are conquering the world
murray boots are conquering the world
they tippi-toe through tulips all day
the foot-fetishists of MurrayCorp say
"if you want fun, there's only one way, and Murray Boots is it!"
the bane of your existence is my name
the bane of your existence is my name
the bane of your existence is my name
look to the mountain aah
gaze upon the meadow oh oh
the pain of your existence is my game
the pain of your existence is my game
pray to the heavens high
live long and prosper 'til you die
buried deep beneath the rocks, sweet landslide
hear the music play
(sing gypsy sing)
a song for saturday
(in lacy wing)
blowing you away with tunefulness
(mothra)
in the market square
(rats with plague)
children everywhere
(tug at your leg)
stealing all good things to claim
to claim...
just tell me that you want me
the bane of your existence is my name
shhh...
seeds of space
maybe it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind-information
well, what if it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind information?
then we... owe it to ourselves to be-come fully realized be-ings
creatures of the mind of information
bank bank bank
i'm going to the bank bank bank
i got a wad in my wallet
but i don't know what to call it
oh bank bank bank
he's going to the bank bank bank
he's got a wad in his wallet but he don't know what to call it
why don't you call it cash or bread or dough or dosh or green or something good?
beautiful, the winter says hello
filling sky with flakes of falling snow
meanwhile, warm, the greenhouse starts to glow
maybe it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind-information
well, what if it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind information?
i see...
dozens of chickens but only one egg
does it matter which first came - the foot or the leg?
billions of apples but only one sauce
in the mess of the mix will your headphones get lost?
ring christmas bells as you dance towards the dolmen
ring christmas bells as you reach for the wand
ring christmas bells as you circle the maypole
ring christmas bells as you bathe in the pond
bank bank bank
i'm going to the bank bank bank
i got a wad in my wallet
but i don't know what to call it
oh bank bank bank
he's going to the bank bank bank
he's got a wad in his wallet but he don't know what to call it
oh bank bank bank
he's going to the bank bank bank
he's got a wad in his wallet but he don't know what to call it
oh bank bank bank
he's going to the bank bank bank
he's got a wad in his wallet but he don't know what to call it
why don't you call it light or god or mom or life itself or something big?
maybe it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind-information
well, what if it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind information?
maybe it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind-information
well, what if it's true that the seeds of space,
the seeds of space carry mind information?
then we...
owe it to ourselves
to be-come
fully realized be-ings
creatures of the mind of information
creep in the garden
there's a creep in the garden
there's a troll in the woods
i tell the record producer
please make my song good
and he cannot disobey me
because he's programmed that way
no matter how bad my judgement, he does what i say
fall then crawl away
fall then crawl away
the hero's journey
a mopey lizard in an aqueduct
recalls the scum on the pond
but in the meantime...
beam of light is pretending
via the data-stream
to be the object itself in the genius dream
fall then crawl away
fall then crawl away
fall then crawl away
fall then crawl away
the hero's journey
visions before me and visions behind
the key to the hen-house is locked in the mind
visions between me and visions betwixt
does your vision then change when your glasses get fixed?
rats eating sausages, a cross-eyed cat paws a saucer
rats eating sausages, a cross-eyed cat paws a saucer
visions of loveliness, soft warm and bright
when she kisses your eye in the middle of night
visions of spoil, of waste and decay
of the thing that you've seen that you dare never say
rats eating sausages, a cross-eyed cat paws a saucer
rats eating sausages, a cross-eyed cat paws a saucer
rats eating sausages, a cross-eyed cat paws a saucer
rats eating sausages, a cross-eyed cat paws a saucer
when she asks what you're thinking tell her nothing, it's true
but in the meantime...
there's a creep in the garden, there's a troll down the lane
he's poking at you with a pencil he pulled from your brain
fall then crawl away
fall then crawl away
fall then crawl away
the hero's journey
eric has gone wrong
eric has gone wrong...
it started when for lunch he ate an eye-of-newt sandwich
he took a bite into the bread, became a cackling man-witch
and now he's riding on a broom and hurling curses from the night sky
while casting hexes on his friends to make them think he's still a nice guy
eric has gone wrong...
when i was 46 in the year 13
when i was 46 in the year 13
the universe collapsed inside of me
the space/time fabric ravelled-un
and the goddess was re-seen
when i was 46 in the year 13
renee magritte spoke to me in a dream
(he died the year that i was born)
he said that life was longer than it seemed
(i felt somehow that i'd been warned)
he said he'd spent six thousand years painting apples for some queen
when i was 46 in the year 13
what a mess, what a mess...
a man needs a maid indeed
why, if i had the strength of a thousand cows
i still couldn't give what you need
in 2012 backwards my boat did row
(in ways of strange thus works the lord)
the harder pushed my oars, the more i'd slow
(a seagull cried "man overboard!")
i must have slipped, i woke half-dead
on the shores of lake pristeen
when i was 46 in the year 13
when i was 46 in the year 13
when i was 46 in the year 13
in the meadow of the mellotron
in the meadow of the mellotron
would you lay with me under the oxford sun?
there's a blackbird in your head
just as suddenly he's gone
in the meadow of the mellotron
in the meadow of the mellotron
would you stay with me until this day is done?
we could pack some sandwiches
we could sleep under the moon
in the meadow of the mellotron
in the meadow of the mellotron
in the meadow of the mellotron
in the village of the apple sun
in the village of the apple sun
where the bees won't sting just anyone
all the children to their mothers run
as the swan floats on the river
down
in the village of the afternoon
as the apple falls beneath the moon
all the garden snakes appear too soon
when the swan fluffs up its feathers
suddenly
in the village when the sun goes down
all the apple seeds return to ground
all the children sleep despite the sound
of the earth so quickly turning
oh...
in the village of the apple stars
i will be with you where 'ere you are
like a centipede in a candy jar
like a swan on every river
in the village of the apple sun
where the bees won't sting just anyone
all the children to their mothers run
as the swan floats on the river
my hair is oily
my hair is oily
my hair is dry
and i'm gonna live forever
'til the day i die
(my hair, my eye - so dry, so dry)
my hair is oily
my hair is dry
and i'm gonna live forever
'til the day i die
(there go the warm jets, up in the sky
wave your hands and say bye-bye)
© Anton Barbeau. Photo of Anton by Karen Eng. Web site: interbridge.
