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A couple lifetimes ago, you were my Siamese Twin, maybe
Come in, meet my partner and
And the three-legged dog we took in
Rub him on the belly
Who's a silly puppy?
You are! Yes, you are!
And now it's time we glorified
The glorious age that we live in

Bring your crowd
And sing your loudest thing in revelry
Take your crew of besties to the
All-Friends Jamboree
All-Friends Jamboree

My bliss antenna is erupting with voltaic fun
Crackle in the air around
The Theremin I wear around my neck
We've got no henna
Just a drum machine circle for everyone
Everyone

Bring your crowd
And sing your loudest thing in revelry
Take your crew of besties to the
All-Friends Jamboree
Bring your crowd
And sing your loudest thing in revelry
Take your crew of besties to the
All-Friends Jamboree
All-Friends Jamboree

Bring your sine waves
Bring your square waves
Ring out kind waves
Through the airwaves
Sing on highways
Sing on stairways
Those who care will be
At the All-Friends Jamboree
All-Friends Jamboree


Lauren London - lead vocals

Copyright 2018 Zach London

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When I’m on the leaderboard
My feet are bored and so
I seek out my escape clause
‘Cause I need to feel powerless

I wanted a window seat
But not outside the plane
I’m just drained, and I’m not brave enough
To show off my cowardice

I don’t know you, I don’t think
So I don’t owe you anything
So you can get by (get by, get by)
But you can bet
By time you hear the buzzing it’s too late
And you can scrape by (scrape by, scrape by)
But I’m afraid
By time you hear the buzzing it’s too late
Too late

Drop me at Urgent Care
I’ve got a thousand cuts
True enough, that’s a metaphor
Symbolic cuts are urgent, too.

Get me the usual
But this time don’t hold the nuts
For today is my cheat day
For the things I’m allergic to

I don’t know you, I don’t think
So I don’t owe you anything
So you can get by (get by, get by)
But you can bet
By time you hear the buzzing it’s too late
And you can scrape by (scrape by, scrape by)
But I’m afraid feel the loving it’s too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Too late
Too late


Jon Greenlee - drums
Lauren London - additional vocals

Copyright 2018 Zach London

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Tonight, F will be played by the $
Backstage is an @, &, too
The * plays the U
The # stars as the !

Show me your best
Your best Emily Dickinson
And keep it all inside
No one blinked until she died
Or you can publish every fart
Like it’s a tactical air strike
Air strike

This? This is a baby albatross
One heck of a necklace, fashion-wise
Brings out the grey in my eyes
So take your shots and be on your merry

Show me your best
Your best Emily Dickinson
Unless you're Timothy Leary
And disappear into space
We're only on this planet for, like,
1 2 3 4... infinity days

Show me your best
Your best Emily Dickinson
And keep it all inside
No one blinked until she died
Or you can publish every fart
Like it’s a tactical air strike
Air strike

This is a baby albatross
Heck of a necklace, fashion-wise
Brings out the grey in my eyes


Copyright 2017 Zach London

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