Our peach companion
Alight on a limb
With sweet abandon
His brightly hummed hymn
Sing your story, oh oriole
Lo, thy warbly glory-oh
Every spring since time immemorial
This arboreal editorial
Oriole
Angel of the sky
Angel of the sea
Come on, come on, come on
Praise the lo-fi
People of the world
Love will make you free
Come on, come on, come on
Praise the lo-fi
Angel of the sky
Angel of the sea
Come on, come on, come on
Praise the lo-fi
People of the world
Love will make you free
Come on, come on, come on
Praise the lo-fi
Angel of the sky
Angel of the sea
Come on, come on, come on
Praise the lo-fi
People of the world
Love will make you free
Come on, come on, come on
Praise the lo-fi
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - trumpet
Copyright 2021 Zach London
It's been a freaky year, but I guess I've grown
I guess I've grown enough
Hell, way too much, I'm overgrown
I'm over this
I'm over all these jokes that went too far
But I smell the barn
I lift my face up
I can feel the sun
And I pick the pace up
When I smell the barn
Wasn't that a weird-ass lap aroud the sun?
Not sad it's almost done
Fact is that that's not true at all
I'd do it all
I'd do it all again yet here we are
And I smell the barn
Bend down and lace up
I got an urge to run
And I pick the pace up
When I smell the barn
Wasn't that a weird-ass lap around the sun?
I'm over this
I'm over all the jokes that went too far
But I smell the barn
And I lift my face up
I can feel the sun
And I pick the pace up
When I smell the barn
Smell the barn
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2021 Zach London
There's nothing these 10 fingers cannot do
With sticky googly eyes and glitter glue
Cause these are precious moments through and through
I got poofy album
You and me, we scrapbooking
Acrylic stamps and ink and pinking shears
Preserve the very best of yesteryear
In page protectors that are hella clear
I got a poofy album
You and me we scrapbooking
I’ve been buying
Rubber cement by the liter
Since before they wrote the Bhagavad Gita
I’m the crown jewel of craft
Girl, you can call me Velveeta
I’m the boss of the keepsake milieu
So don’t cross me unless or until you
Get lost in the thrill
Of embossed twill
And fill a really frilly folio with memorabilia
Of your familia
Will ya commemorate ‘em through pics?
Put some new pics in a great collage
There’s a few tricks for a decoupage
Made of toothpicks set in Mod Podge
And my garage is chock-full of card stock
And it’s stocked full of art chalk
And it’s box after box full of glue sticks
Sing it with me if you dig the acoustics
There’s nothing these 10 fingers cannot do
With sticky googly eyes and glitter glue
Cause these are precious moments through and through
I got poofy album
You and me, we scrapbooking
Newspaper clippings from the day you born
Your ankle bracelet from the O.B. ward
A fragment of your umbilical cord
I gotta poofy album
You and me we scrapbooking
Cut and paste
Cut and paste
All day I cut and paste
Cut and paste
I do both with taste
I wrote a bad review for Elmer’s glue
Now Elmer hates my guts
You can’t trust that shit on doilies
Or even cheap Disney die cuts
Floral prints are so classy
Like coral chintz, so I’m amassing
A vast array of acid free
Pages filled to capacity
So tick tock
Off goes the smock
Tick tock
It’s sticker o’clock
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Stickers!
I got so many stickers it’ll give you sticker shock
Stickers!
Every vegetable, mineral and animal
Stickers!
Every moniker from Zachary to Annabel
Mushroom clouds in pastels, seashells, wedding bells
For your Armageddon-themed wedding on Sanibel
Got stickers for all the holidays-es
Thought bubbles fraught with thoughtful phrases
A happy tooth, saying “I got braces!”
Me and Michael’s and JoAnn’s on a first-name basis
There’s nothing these 10 fingers cannot do
With sticky googly eyes and glitter glue
Cause these are precious moments through and through
I got poofy album
You and me, we scrapbooking
A birth announcement from The Jewish News
A postcard from the grave of Langston Hughes
The theme is any random crap I choose
I gotta poofy album
You and me we scrapbooking
Went to Europe in your gap year?
Scrapbook it
Took the brewery tour for Pabst beer?
Scrapbook it
Had a reassuring Pap Smear?
Scrapbook it
Got some table scraps here?
Make a table scrap-booklet
A warm letter from your fella’s momma?
Scrapbook it
A form letter Michelle Obama?
Scrapbook it
A torn-up ticket from my high school drama
Scrapbookin’ll turn a common prom into a proper Prom-o-rama.
A lock of hair from your first barber cut?
Scrap it.
The score sheet from the Ann Arbor putt putt?
I’ve never been to Pearl Harbor but
I got an iron-on patch saying Pearl Harbor What What!
You need the right utensil
When you get sentimental
Just grab a colored pencil
Color that diploma stencil
We got that golden tassel
Your speech from your commencement
There’s no defense against
The stencil culture I’m dispensing
There’s nothing these 10 fingers cannot do
With sticky googly eyes and glitter glue
Cause these are precious moments through and through
I got poofy album
You and me, we scrapbooking
A photo of the Frodo cape I wore
For Trick-or-treating back in ‘94
I swear I scrapbooked this event before
But I got a poofy album
So you and me we scrapbooking
You and me we scrapbooking
You and me we scrapbooking
You and me we scrapbooking
I got a poofy album
You and me we scrapbooking
Lauren London - additional vocals
Copyright 2021 Zach London
Watch the needle move
Right and leftwards
Like a metronome
Half the people are
Screaming F-words
And the other half’ll swear at the next swearing in
What’s the thing that keeps you seething at the ceiling when you’re in bed?
Does it make you see red?
Got a pretty little
Got a pretty little
Got a pretty little
Got a pretty little head
I’m not supposed to worry it
Why should I bloody my fists on the wall?
When it’s all
Under control
That’s what he said
So don’t you worry your
Pretty little head
I should not worry at all
So I will not worry at all
Will the village’s
Referendum
I petitioned for
Get the millages,
Gain some momentum?
I could kill all the bitches who voted it down
What’s the thing that keeps you seething at the ceiling when you’re in bed?
Does it make you see red?
Got a pretty little
Got a pretty little
Got a pretty little
Got a pretty little head
I’m not supposed to worry it
Why should I bloody my fists on the wall?
When it’s all
Under control
That’s what he said
So don’t you worry your
Pretty little head
I should not worry at all
So I will not worry at all
Well I heard about it
Then I read about it
Then it occurred to me that it would follow I could wallow in my dread about it
Or I could trust the word of an absurd turd who said rest assured, rest assured
I shouldn’t sweat about it
Get upset about it
Lose my head about
Just forget about it
And not worry my precious little funny little stupid little
Pretty little head about it
Pretty little head about it
When it’s all
Under control
That’s what he said
So don’t you worry your
Pretty little head
I’m not supposed to worry it
Why should I bloody my fists on the wall?
When it’s all
Under control
That’s what he said
So don’t you worry your
Pretty little head about it
I should not worry at all
Got a pretty little head
I’m not supposed to worry it
Why should I bloody my fists on the wall?
When it’s all
Under control
That’s what he said
So don’t you worry your
Pretty little head
I should not worry at all
So I will not worry at all
I will not worry at all
No I will not worry at all
Lauren London - lead vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2021 Zach London
