You have rescued me from fatal crap
Since the days that I had cray-cray cradle cap
Got your back like a spinal tap
From the pistol to the f-f-final lap
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I believe
We’ll wear hair like toupees in a pod
We’ll share prayer like Tuesdays in a synagogue
To free the realm, forthwith we’ll quest
I will be your helm, you’ll be my mithril vest
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I believe
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
There’s a frantic god
With a frantic thumb
On a frantic earth
Wish I knew, I never would have signed on
A corrupting force
Is erupting now
Interrupting cow (Moo!)
It’s a long-ass drop from the
Top of that high horse you grind on
Run randomonium
Pour a flask of natural gas
In a microbrew bottle
For a farm-to-table Molotov
Randomonium
Deal with this
Functional diss
Functional diss
Miss, pardon this relentless noise
It’s a wise uprise
It’s a blessed unrest
It’s a true-blue coup
And the riot in the capital’s joyous
I’ll bring the funk and you
Bring the junkanoo
With your punk-ass crew
Let us knock some back
Lest our lack of distractions destroy us
Run randomonium
Pour a flask of natural gas
In a microbrew bottle
For a farm-to-table Molotov
Randomonium
Deal with this
Functional diss
Functional diss
Miss, pardon this relentless noise
Randomonium
Pour a flask of natural gas
In a microbrew bottle
For a farm-to-table Molotov
Randomonium
Deal with dysfunctional
Dysfunctional
Dismiss part of this relentless noise
Lauren London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
Impossible
You and I are impossible
Don’t ask why, we’re impossible
Every day, a new obstacle
When we stay together
It’s too impractical
Our love’s just too theatrical
But this play is unwatchable
It’s not only impractical
It’s impossible
Licking your elbow
Improbable
Training a penguin to fly
Clapping one-handed
Or factoring pi
All are implausible, but you and I are
Impossible
Truth be told, we’re impossible
Our love’s cold as a popsicle
Let’s just fold, we’re impossible
As a troll sunbathing
In a hospital
For alas! You’re irascible
Like the Styx is uncrossable
Or crevasses impassable
You’re impossible
Teleportation
Improbable
Breeding a mule with another
Perpetual motion or
Not turning into your mother
Dancing en pointe without any legs
Unburning toast
Uncracking eggs
Teaching a yak to be fluent in Greek
Time-travelling back to the previous week
Sneezing eyes open while taking a leak
None of these is so absurdly uniquely
Impossible
You were once so caressable
It was just inexpressible
Is the reason unguessable
That we’re so unredressable
I would have a lobectomy
Live stream my colonoscopy
If that’s what you’d expect of me
If you wouldn’t be lost to me
If I begged you come back to me
Any chance you’d say… possibly?
Can’t you please just say… possibly?
Possible
I just know that we’re possible
Odds are low but still possible
Don’t let go if it’s possible
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
Monday at midnight last week
I called up the plumber ‘cause the faucet had a leak
The plumber said
No way
I’m too tired to plumb today
Plumb today, plumb today
Who’d have ever thought it that a plumber would say
Carolina China Vietnam Bombay
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Tuesday morning at a quarter past two
I called up the lawyer ‘cause I had a guy to sue
The lawyer said
No way
I’m too tired to lawy today
Lawy today, lawy today
Plumb today, plumb today
Who’d have ever thought it that a lawyer would say
Albuquerque Turkey
Carolina China Vietnam Bombay
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Tuesday morning at 3 am
I called up the butcher ‘cause I didn’t have a ham
The butcher said
No way
I’m too tired to butch today
Butch today, butch today
Lawy today, lawy today
Plumb today, plumb today
Who’d have ever thought it that a butcher would say
Ghana Tijuana
Albuquerque Turkey
Carolina China Vietnam Bombay
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Wednesday morning at 4:15
I called up my mother ‘cause I had a bad dream
My mother said
No way
I’m too tired to mothe today
Mothe today, mothe today
Butch today, butch today
Lawy today, lawy today
Plumb today, plumb today
Who’d ever thought it that a mother would say
Cuba and Aruba
Ghana Tijuana
Albuquerque Turkey
Carolina China Vietnam Bombay
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Thellea Leveque - vocals
Lauren London - vocals
Micah Wolkenberg - drums
Copyright 2019 Zach London
