What I Learned from Eating Only Sour Apples for 30 Days

Kozbo is an artist who creates music on the border of electronic genres, and his songs are often full of experimental sounds, dynamic rhythms and unexpected turns in compositions. His song "What I Learned From Eating Only Sour Apples for 30 Days" may refer to conceptual and unusual topics typical of contemporary alternative and electronic music.

The title suggests an abstract, humorous or even ironic reflection on the experience of something unusual, in this case the metaphorical "eating only sour apples" for a month. It can either be a reference to a physical challenge or a metaphor referring to everyday difficulties or life challenges. Musically, the song could feature unpredictable, acidic sounds, using distorted synths, distorted vocals, or surprising tempo changes to reflect the theme of experimental experience.

Lyrically, you can expect reflections on perseverance, coping with discomfort, and at the same time seeing humor and absurdity in such situations.

Sour apple dreams, fading in the night
Lost in the taste, with no end in sight
Bittersweet whispers, drifting through the breeze
Heart's tangled melody, never at ease

Sweet and sour tears, fall in harmony
Locked in memories, where we used to be

Crisp skin breaking, revealing what's inside
Juices flow, where our secrets still reside
In the orchard haze, where laughter once bloomed
Now just echoes left, wrapped in apple's gloom

Oh, the taste of time, tangy and so real
So left in our hearts, the love we conceal

Leaves are falling down, like tears from the sky
In every bite, memories never die
Under the old tree, where promises lay
Our love faded slow, like the end of day

Sweet and sour tears, fall in harmony
Locked in memories, where we used to be

In the orchard night, shadows gently curl
A taste of what was, in this quiet whirl
Beneath the starlit sky, dreams still unfold
Bittersweet apples, stories left untold

With each bite, a spark, of what once was light
The sour apple dreams, linger deep in the night
Branches weave a tale, of love's tender fight
Sweet and sour tears, glisten in moonlight