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How the Apple Falls

by Snaps for Sinners

The debut album from this Saucy Californian Swing Syndicate delicately touches on the lighter & darker sensations found in learning to let go.
Genre: Country: Americana
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  Song Share Time Download
1. The Line
4:33 album only
2. I'm Told Son
2:25 album only
3. Dirt Brown Pig
5:23 album only
4. Found
4:00 album only
5. Asleep
0:38 album only
6. House of Sand
3:25 album only
7. Dreaming
4:03 album only
8. Little Things
4:12 album only
9. What's on Your Mind
3:21 album only
10. Puppy Dog Love Song
3:29 album only
11. Same 'ol Story
4:10 album only
12. I Don't Need a Shovel
3:29 album only
Downloads are available as MP3-320 files.


Album Notes
The Line:

Early morning, but ain’t no sun
My heavy head near weighs a ton
Bury me alive in my own bedsheets
But my work here is far from done
Well shackle me on that black and blue collar
Buckle me up my broke back boots
Well the coffee pot’s a-whistlin’
I hear that familiar tune

Another day another dollar
‘nother nickel ‘nother dime
Still taking out the trash
Trading fickle cash in for my time
Lend me a drop of whiskey and
All my woes be left behind
I think I’m picking up on what you’re
Putting on the line

It’s that same ol’ same ol’ something
Come on, you, get a grip
I swear that I hear Satan laughing
As the taskmaster cracks his whip
My nights be short but strong
Cuz my days are so hard and long
Swinging me that same ol’ pickaxe
In time to my only song


I’m Told Son

I’m told son there’s a clear cut path
A sunny future if you stay
But instead I’m always living in the aftermath
Of making my own mistakes

I’m told son here’s how to cast a pole
But I go fishing with grenades
Haven’t faced enough of worldly troubles
To learn how to be afraid

I’ve seen all the failures I’m doomed to repeat
but I’d rather fail than keep living in fear
Watch stars crack like eggshells on daybreak’s beach
And let tomorrow wash away my tears

I’m told son here’s where you belong
A simple life is all you need
But who could I be living down on the farm?
cuz the apple fell far from the tree

And I know well a hunger not simple to sate
so I’ll grasp at scraps and surrender my pride
and if to try and fail is my solemn fate
I’d rather fail than keep living a lie

I’m told son you should act your age
And follow your father’s track
But I burn the bridge and turn the page
And I won’t look back

Dirt Brown Pig:

I love my little dirt brown pig, he’s always digging in
Fed fat fistfuls of grass all he’s got to do is sit
With every stick thrown on the fire, he’ll run around turning tricks
His bitter skin saved while his insides burnt to crisp but gets it lit
oh it gets lit’
Like moth’s drawn to a candle we hover ‘round loving it as it gets lit
Oh it gets lit
Our eyes amazed the show displayed is worth me holding on my dirt brown pig

Well everybody’s got some sins that lipstick can’t cover up
But as long as i keep my mouth sealed it won’t be looking rough
Oh my Charlotte what a marvelous masterpiece you wove this time
The masses can’t see past the mask disguising simple swine


Oh well he smells kinda funny, and I guess he tracks in dirt
And I suppose he bites a lot but at this point it doesn’t hurt
Seems he’s always in the way holding me back making me late
And has ever been a reason for me to procrastinate


Well I can’t quite seem to shake him for the better or the worse
For all the time i’ve given him I may as well have built a church
He’s always skulking in my pockets and the corners of my purse
Well every breathe’s a blessing, yet it feels like a curse



You ever turn a road map upside down?
See where it goes heading the other way around
It can change the way you see your town
Cuz there’s always something you haven’t found

Instead of riding wheels I’ll take a walk
I’m sure my feet would agree if only they could talk
Let ‘em take you too a street you ain’t been down
Cuz there’s always something you haven’t found
Yes there’s always something you haven’t found

It don’t matter what you’re looking for
Just you half a mind to find that door
Before you let your inspiration drown just know
That there’s always something you haven’t found

You can’t see every where all at once
So don’t pretend like it’s all said and done
Unless you’re tired eyes still tied to the ground
There’s always something you haven’t found
Yes there’s always something you haven’t found


House of Sand:

Well I built me a house
On a bank of sand
Turned inside out
With my own two hands
But should’ve taken my time
Cuz now I got a little fuss
My walls keep on crumbling
Along with my trust

Oh don’t I long for walls of stone
That would never condone
This fickle flimsy infrastructure falling on it’s own
No matter how you build your home
Be with bricks or bones
Is it for to keep me out? or to keep you in alone

So I moved to the water
For something a little more deep
Wishful that the waves
Might rock me to sleep
But oh the storms a-coming
Maybe this lamb was better off with his flock of sheep
The rain already drumming
Ain’t there a home that’ll make me feel complete

Just need a place that the wind won’t blow down
Until then I’ll be the bad wolf roaming town
Tell me where’s my little spot of ground
Where I can finally find myself found



As I open my eyes
I can’t recall
what I was dreaming about
or if I was even dreaming at all
And when they’re closed
my eyes don’t stop moving
what are they looking for
And why aren’t they asleep like me
Maybe in time they will find what they need
And finally lay motionlessly

As I lick my lips I can still taste
A sweet memory
Of that last longing embrace
Don’t look back now you’ve made it so far
Brush away those tears
See it ain’t all that
ain’t all that hard
Maybe don’t hold flames so close to your heart
What comes together must also fall apart

What was it all for
Was it all a waste?
Should I spend my time
On things that are easier to explain
If I could turn back time
What would I change?
Or would I stand aside
And watch in happen all over again
Or maybe learn how to be my own friend
And tell me not to let it get to me too often

As I close my eyes I can’t recall
What I was thinking about
Or if I was even thinking at all

Little Things:

When you open your mouth, do you predetermine the words that come out
Boiling over the rim, yet still undercooked to I look dim
I can taste your intent but I’ll still swallow it whole as if it weren’t
Too bitter to chew, you made clear what’s wrong with me now how about you

So maybe lower your guns, and shrug off that doubt weighing you down
Well not tonight cuz nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around

The insignificant little things
The word a mirror in itself
Of all that we don’t want to see
Inside ourselves

Well Let’s take a minute to breathe, let idle extroversion exit through your teeth
I’d prefer it not directed at me, but who can control where a leak will spring
And turn from a river to a flood, vibrations thick and stick like mud
No one safe from attack, how big was the straw that broke your back


I can tell it’s not about me silly
Fear comes in many forms
Let your water turn to steam just trust me
You’ll feel much more clear after the storm

the little things

What’s On Your Mind

Hey there little darling don’t you worry about the bad times
You know things will get better when you leave that all behind
Just keep you’re chin up and you’re days will be brighter
Oh the dawn will come sooner if you pay the dark no mind
So tell me what’s on your mind

Well the day always ends
Before it comes round again
So I sit still now and then
And wonder a little bit about the how and when
but just thinking about it don’t seem to do anything


So don’t fear the night
Though we may lack the sight
To see wrong from right
But what we can is cuddle up near by this candlelight
Oh the fire may go out but our bodies still burn bright


Puppy Dog Love Song:

I’m just a puppy dog
Wandering alone in a world at large
Singing my simple song
Keeping my head with my paws and an eye on my heart

Well it’s a long and lonesome road I know
You’ve seen ‘em come and you’ve seem ‘em go

But I’d still give you all of my loving even if nothing’s in it for me
Yes I’d still give you all of my loving even if nothing’s in it for me

Now I’m a stray cat
Staring out from the shadows where the cool kids are at
Wishing I were all that
And still trying to pull off a leopard skin pill box hat

Well it’s a tale meant to let loose a tear
As I ain’t afraid to make my affections clear


Well It’s sad and sappy, short but true
I’ll keep it in simple body language just for you


Same ‘ol Story

It’s not that I hold you in contempt, just all that wasted time I spent
On your feuds that never did relent, my broken back is bent over
All of those heavy weights you left so drunkenly draped across my shoulders
You know i’m only getting older, stay away you rattle snake

I”m feeling fifty pounds lighter since I stopped pushing myself to fight her no
Sure ain’t no gun for hire like trying to use gasoline to put out the fire well
It sure don’t do much but feed the flame people pointing fingers at who’s to blame
Wel I ain’t in the mood to play games the names keep on changing but the story stays the same

No you don’t care about this history that proves that you’re wrong
You just wanna live in you’re own fantasy but I won’t go along
You’re delusions conceal what’s reality you don’t know what you’ve done
So I guess it’s up to me to ruin all the fun

So blind you can’t see you’re stuck in a loop
Same drama with a different group
I’m a stool pigeon glued to you’re stoop
But still not interested in hearing the scoop
Because you’re head done filled your mouth with words
The most absurd I ever heard
this scalding pot of shit you stirred
Goddamn you’re lucky these lines are blurred
Clever girl in making sure these lines stay blurred

You’re living in your own little world your own little world now
You’ve got me living in your own little world your own little world now

I Don’t Need a Shovel

I got the letter
Said the world could be mine
But it seems I’m better
At wasting time
My mother pushed at first
Wants the best for her son
I learned to make the worst
of a good situation

A self proclaimed pariah
Is past your help
If the messiah
Turned and wept
So why burst my bubble
It’s too late to be saved
Clawing through the rubble
But I don’t need a shovel
To dig my own grave

I've never had it rough
But I've never had the drive
Is it enough
To be alive?
The doors are closing shut
I walk a hole in floor
And each time I look up
It’s deeper than before

A self proclaimed pariah
Is past your help
If the messiah
Turned and wept
So why burst my bubble
It’s too late to be saved
Clawing through the rubble
But I don’t need a shovel
To dig my own grave



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