Ezra Furman and the Harpoons
The Worm in the Apple
Inside the Human Body

Tuning: Standard EADGBe

Capo: 3


This is just a preliminary chord chart.  There are some variations I'm missing 
here, but the chords themselves are right.  Still working out the intro.  If 
anyone has any videos of them playing this, it would be a great help.  Email me 
with suggestions/comments/slander.  I'll post it, soon, with the chords throughout.


G
I'm gonna sit on a big fluffy cloud 
                Em
Looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds
            A
Moving round and around the dark center of town
              C
With their eyes all searching for something that can't be found
G
I'm gonna laugh at the top of my lungs til
        Em
I can't quite remember just what the joke was
                   A
But the laughter will fill up my body with love
                    C
Which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to want 

        G      C       D            C 
And I'm gonna fly on a plane to the sky 
        G           C              D                 C
Which my mind will devise using science that's been forgotten
       G            C           D         C
Cause I'm getting bored of the town of New York
          G               C                D                     C      
How the world's been transformed into a big apple and it's gotten so rotten 

While all the world makes money so stoically 
I will be building my home out of poetry
Scraps of old volumes, wire and glue, 
Will be something, though feeble, it's all I can do
In the back of the room my fingers will shake
With the fury of someone with something to make
That will take him so far, far away from this place 
That he'll never look back at all the worms and the snakes 

And they'll lick at my heals, but they aren't even real 
I will twirl and wheel through the skyway, high over the steeple
And I'll take you with me and we'll grow old and lovely 
We'll eat fine apples from the tree of knowledge of good and evil 
You won't know about that 

Burning with all the things I must do 
To get free of the wasteland of wire and glue
I am wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx zoo 
And I'm renaming all of the animals 
I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel
To be bitten into like a worm in the apple 
I'm digging for freedom, it's all for a shovel
I'm dirty; my fingertips hurt me 

The kids of Atlantis, magazines beneath the mattress 
With their names in the atlas of heartbreak are calling my name 
And I'm feeling baffled, the worm in the apple,
But the cold water tap will rain down upon me
And nothing will be the same
It's all gonna be different now
I hope.