Thump thump, and I thump the Bible
When I say thump, you say, “How high?”
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Five years is the mean survival
The sick cells spread and multiply
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Find my faith
In the dead hand of the past
I’m not dumb compared to some
But somebody has to be last
The Sunday Funnies are powerful
But on Monday I collapse
Tuesday is a slow news day so
Wednesday I write in all caps
Thump thump, and I thump the Bible
When I say thump, you say, “How high?”
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Five years is the mean survival
The sick cells spread and multiply
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Find my faith
In the dead hand of the past
I’m not dumb compared to some
But somebody has to be last
The Sunday Funnies are powerful
But on Monday I collapse
Tuesday is a slow news day so
Wednesday I write in all caps
Thump thump, and I thump the Bible
When I say thump, you say, “How high?”
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Five years is the mean survival
The sick cells spread and multiply
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Explain it to me like I’m Fievel
Like I’m Fievel
Like I’m fi-fi-fi-fi
Lauren London - Additional vocals
Copyright 2023 Zach London
Landshark and the seahorse
We are by this common trauma-bound
And it pulls us like a G-force, both together and apart
I’m a landshark, you’re a seahorse
There is recourse to some common ground
There are landmarks on the seafloor
There are blueprints in the heart
Sorry, I can be, can be too circuitous
But the truth, but the truth isn’t far
Don’t you want, don’t you want the two of us
To be true to what we are?
Landlocked, I am landlocked
With the sea and the sky in my brain
Like alien crosstalk
And the chatter grows louder, louder every day
Landshark and the seahorse
We are by this common trauma-bound
And it pulls us like a G-force, both together and apart
I’m a landshark, you’re a seahorse
There is recourse to some common ground
There are landmarks on the seafloor
There are blueprints in the heart
House arrest arrest with our progeny
Every day, every day is a game
Shall we manifest our misogyny
Shall we teach contempt and shame?
Solid, grades are solid
So their gender is fluid or gas or plasma
Does it matter?
Sure, not the state of matter,
But to state that they matter more
Landshark
I’m a Landshark, you’re a seahorse
We are by this common trauma-bound
And it pulls us like a G-force, both together and apart
I’m a landshark, you’re a seahorse
There is recourse to some common ground
There are landmarks on the seafloor
There are blueprints in the heart
I’m a landshark, you’re a seahorse
I can be, can be too circuitous
But the truth, but the truth isn’t far
I’m a landshark, you’re a seahorse
Don’t you want, don’t you want the two of us
To be true to what we are?
Landlocked, I am landlocked
With the sea and the sky in my brain
Like alien crosstalk
And the chatter grows louder, louder every day
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2023 Zach London
If you don’t lock the door, the door will be unlocked
If you don’t walk, the dog, the dog will be unlocked
We’ll have an unlocked dog, an unlocked door
I could hold you close forever more
If I don’t mop the floor, the floor will be unmopped
If I don’t stop the clock, the clock will be unstopped
We’ll have an unstopped clock, an unmopped floor
I could hold you close forever more
We’ll have an unwalked dog, and unlocked door
I could hold you close forever more
Copyright 2023 Zach London
Juice, juice ain't worth the squeeze
I filled all them pages and killed all them trees
Amition's a curse and hard work's a disease
The juice, it ain't with the squeeze
Til your day's up, you're raised up to be blind
From the ground up, you're ground into the grind
'Til you wind up too wound up to unwind
You been raised up to be blind
Juice, juice ain't worth the squeeze
I filled all them pages and killed all them trees
Amition's a curse and hard work's a disease
Juice, it ain't with the squeeze
I been climbing so hard and so high
Now the air is to thin and my mouth is too dry
I used to want this, I can't fathom why
I just been climbing too high
Juice, juice ain't worth the squeeze
I filled all them pages and killed all them trees
Amition's a curse and hard work's a disease
The juice, it just ain't with the squeeze
The ladder gets rickety up on this rung
I'm sad or persnickety from biting my tongue
Run little chickadee, run while you're young
It's rickety up on this rung
The juice, juice ain't worth the squeeze
I filled all them pages and killed all them trees
Amition's a curse and hard work's a disease
Juice ain't with the squeeze
Copyright 2022 Zach London
