Boris McCutcheon

Lyrics

Apple shine apple shine,
Shine little apple and say you're mine
Say you're mine till the end of time
Shine little apple, apple shine, apples shine

I'll shine you up on my chest
Heirloom apples taste the best
Your eyes are bright as apple skin
One more bite and it'll do me in.
Apple shine.

We come down from the hill
Down to the valley where it's warm and still
Where the fruit hangs heavy on the trees
And people take water whenever they please,
Whenever they please

Climb up a ladder and eat a pear
Eat a pear way up there
She says she’s plain, I know she’s fair
I’m lost in her branches, I’m lost in her hair
Appleshine

Climb up a ladder and eat a pear
And after that we’ll sit in a chair
Sit in a chair in the river bend
Pressing apple juice until the end
Apple shine.

We come down from the hill
Down to the valley where it's warm and still
Where the fruit hangs heavy on the trees
And people take water whenever they please,
Whenever they please

The dream is ripe and laying on the ground
Let’s gorge ourselves on what we found
Set the table with the finest threads
And let that juice go to your head
Apple shine. That’s what we’ll call it.

God is sweet and juice is good
And every bee is understood
Dance with me on the window sill
Cap it with wax before the chill
Apple shine.

Apple shine apple shine,
Shine little apple and say you're mine
Say you're mine till the end of time
Shine little apple, apple shine


Produced by Steve Mayone https://stevemayone.bandcamp.com/
Jeff Berlin https://jeffberlin.bandcamp.com/album/broken-mold-ep