Bad Apples

Guns N' Roses

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Intro: Diamonds and fast cars Money to burn I got my head in the clouds I got these thoughts to churn Got my feet in the sand I got a house on the hill I got a headache like a mother Twice the price of my thrills And it’s a cold day it’s a continental drift I said this traffic is hell Can you give me a lift And I’ll try to paint a story Got your pictures to tell Yeah you got to make a living With what you bring yourself to sell I got some genuine Imitation Bad apples Free sample For your peace of mind Only $995 I got my camera back from customs Got my law fees up to date Hell they must seen me comin’ Ain’t this life so fuckin’ great When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand Yeah well I’m a frequent flyer My body’s breathing while it can But what I don’t understand is that My world ain’t getting no brighter If i could touch the sky Well I would float on by While everybody’s talkin’ Hell I’m just another guy If it were up to me I’d say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch Gold and caviar Now whyn’t you pour my apathy I’d have all my bases covered If I could teach my hands to see But now we’re down in the deep end Where they’d love to watch you drown I said your laundry could use washing Will hang it up all over town I said Hollywood’s like a dryer And we’re down on Sunset Strip And you’ll be suckin’ down the clorox ’Til your life’s all nice and crisp When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand Yeah well I’m a frequent flyer My body’s breathing while it can But what I don’t understand is that My world ain’t getting no brighter If i could touch the sky Well I would float on by While everybody’s talkin’ Hell I’m just another guy If it were up to me I’d say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand Yeah well I’m a frequent flyer My body’s breathing while it can But what I don’t understand is that My world ain’t getting no brighter If i could touch the sky Well I would float on by While everybody’s talkin’ Hell I’m just another guy If it were up to me I’d say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch Boy!!!

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La chanson explore le contraste entre une vie apparemment opulente et les difficultés qui l'accompagnent. L'artiste évoque une existence pleine de succès matériels, comme des voitures rapides et de l'argent, mais se sent piégé par le stress et l'apathie. En parlant de "mauvais pommes", il souligne comment une seule mauvaise expérience peut ternir l'ensemble de son bonheur. Le décor semble être celui d'une célébrité à Hollywood, où l'apparence peut masquer des réalités bien plus sombres. À travers cette œuvre, on ressent une quête de sens dans un monde où tout brille, mais où la lumière ne réchauffe pas toujours le cœur. C’est une réflexion sur l'absurdité de certaines aspirations et sur l’importance de rester fidèle à soi-même, malgré le tumulte environnant.

Le Chansonnier