Name: My Forbidden Fruit
Duration: 4 min 49 s
Channel: Nathan Robinson and Raise Up Roofbeams
Description: "My Forbidden Fruit" is a song by Raise Up Roofbeams.

My Forbidden Fruit

Raise Up Roofbeams

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Raise Up Roofbeams

An acoustic folk/alt-country band that takes art, emotions, and freedom seriously. Perfect for those who seek meaning in a world and media that appears ever in

Acoustic folk made babies with rock and roll, and they called themselves Raise up Roof Beams. Nathan's weighty tales of love and loss are affectionately arranged by the Roof Beams and sung over mellow-yet-driven beats of hope and progress until it finally occurs to you that it is not all about being sad. The biggest thing out of Pennsylvania since Yuengling and President Buchanan.

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Charts

Peak #651

Peak in subgenre #63

Author

Nathan Robinson and Raise Up Roofbeams

Uploaded

January 02, 2006

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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:49

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(Photo by Kimberly Rush)

Lyrics

My mind was born in Arizona, but I lost my youth at Urquinaona where I found out that being a grown-up means standing on the safe side of a smoking gun.  
My face was broken and I did bleed there, so I raised me an ebenezer.  Then, I tried to lose it in a whisky fever, but I still remember.  I still remember.

Now my guitar is calloused and my fingers are strung.  I am marching toward a chalice and I am singing sad, sad songs.  But when I reach that goblet and drink my forbidden fruit will not make me think.  It will open my ears and it will dilate my eyes.  It is going to take away my knowledge, and it will make me wise.  It will teach me how to love, and it will kill me with kindness.  You will not even know me when this shit is finished.

Now we are standing here facing each other with our journals drawn like naked swords, and we are fighting to the death with each fountain-penned word.  I am going to cut you with my poetry and you are going to kill me with your prose (as long as neither of us knows), but there is one thing that I have to know.  There is one thing I have to know: why do you care when you know that it is not safe?  Why do you care when you know that it all could go to waste?  Why do you care when you know that it is not safe?

It was not safe.  It was not safe.

Was it a waste?

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