The Apple Tree  
    (Difford/Tilbrook) 
      Power station by the river  
      Grinding slowly to a stop  
      Clock still ticking on the mantle  
      Flames still flicker on the log  

      Coffee brewing in the kitchen  
      Where the door is open wide  
      Glass upon a hoovered carpet  
      Eyes are glowing in the night  

      Itís the silence you can see  
      Hearing shadows behind me  

      All the buildings standing empty  
      All the trains are standing still  
      Cars are scattered by the roadside  
      Thereís no top upon the hill  
      Nails have scratched upon the outside  
      Of the empty chapel door  
      But I donít think that the father  
      Wants to live there anymore  

      Thereís no bone for you to pick  
      No more wax around the wick  

      Shot the arrow from the circle  
      At the apple on the tree  
      From a garden that was Eden  
      Strange the fruit it bears for me  
      And the wind will spread the fire  
      And the rain will ever fall  
      If no one reads the writing  
      Thatís been written on the wall  

      Underneath the apple tree  
      Thereís a ghost who waits for me  

      The apple tree shakes its arms  
      Its fruit falls  
      Its fruits are tasting strange  
      The apple tree is shaking

      (c) 1984 Rondor Music (London) Ltd. (PRS)
       

  • FROM THE ALBUM: Difford & Tilbrook.
  • COMPILATIONS: Excess Moderation.
  • The song was originally recorded for Sweets From a Stranger, but was dropped.
  • From the Excess Moderation sleevenotes. Glenn: From the beginning of our navel-gazing period, this song was later covered by Elaine Paige. Chris: Dark as you like and musically Freudian for its time. The apple tree in question still grows in my grandmother's garden.
  • Chris: "I always wanted to write a protest song. But I never knew what to protest about. Then I got involved in the CND (the British anti- nuclear movement), and with the atmosphere in Europe so stale and depressing, it came about naturally." (The Record, 1982)