Dear, how can I believe a thing you say when
You won’t trust in the winds of happenstance
Belt and suspenders
Belt and suspenders
You don’t trust (you don’t even trust pantaloons, your own pants)
Trust your own pants
We shall not be lovers in this life
But reincarnated as butterflies
So kiss me
Lips are only
Skin with specialized training
Kiss me
Lips are only
Skin with specialized training
My dear
My grandma was put in a shoebox
The day she was born and then
Slept inside a dresser drawer ‘til she was two
All these years later like a
A damn fool
On the business end of a piano duel,
I wish I had a little shoebox, too
To hold me when I’m alone
Wish I had a little shoebox, too
To hold me when I’m alone
Vocals - Lauren London
Copyright 2023 Zach London
Hard Taco Radio
I prickle like pins
I tingle like needles
I prickle like pins
Tingle like needles
Buzz and I burn
All because I’m eternally Rooticle
Bones in the shape of an S
For success
I am Rooticle
I crawl in your skin
A twinge or a twinkle
To numb up your shin
Weaken your ankle
Violent and lawless
I’m ruthless and flawlessly Rooticle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Radically Rooticle
Violent and lawless
I’m ruthless and flawlessly Rooticle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Radically Rooticle
Lauren London - lead vocals
Copyright 2023 Zach London
I was driving by the fire department
With my phone safely locked in the glove compartment
And my hands were at 10 and at 2
I was keeping my eyes on the road, as you do
I was signaling, using my mirrors
Comprehensively
Patiently driving defensively
Checking my blind spots, avoiding distractions
Eschewing improvident actions
When that pedestrian came out of nowhere
Pedestrian came out of nowhere
And the guy with the walker
The kids playing soccer
And the cyclist came out of nowhere
And everyone came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Everyone came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Back in the day
I was smitten with two girls named Faye
They were both in the corps de ballet
The three of us were backstage lounging on the chaise
I said, “You don’t meet many Fayes these days”
Well, the first of the Fayes averted her gaze
And the second Faye? She looked away
And I said, “Et tu, Faye Two?” but I was unfazed
And we parted ways, and I was alone
And with zero Fayes in tow, I drove home
When that pedestrian came out of nowhere
The ambulance came out of nowhere
The dog and its owner, now a cadaveric donor
And the garbage can came out nowhere
And everyone came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Everyone came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
I really wanted a tire swing
Didn’t need a whole Jeep, but I bought the whole thing
And I drove it home with the hope
Of removing one tire to hang from a rope
But I didn’t have a rope, so I bought a tall ship
With the hope that with rope my new ship was equipped
And I threw out the ship and I bought another Jeep
To drive my tire swing to your place to rock you asleep
When that pedestrian came out of nowhere
And the Zamboni came out of nowhere
And the tetherball pole and the field hockey goal
And you, Your Honor, came out of nowhere
And everyone came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Everyone came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Everything came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Everything came out of nowhere, Your Honor
There was nothing I could do
Copyright 2023 Zach London
Seems if I
Want to stay, want to stay dry
I’ve got to live, got to live beneath the water table
Or above, or above the cloud line
Anosmia to petrichor
Impervious to grief
I’m whistling the walk-on’s leitmotif
Yeah
Better than keelhauled
Through a buttermilk sky
Why?
Better than feigned victimhood
And how?
How do you speak truth
When your throat is bone dry?
When it’s better to shut up for good
I’m so so lost
Little Red, Little Red said
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
As Gretel fled the gingerbread shed
I’m lost in the mondegreen
In the mondegreen
I’m between
The quiet hours of beta testing a lexical war machine
Retroflexed McGurk effects
Don’t cry, tone crime, don’t cry
Then you don’t be so mean
While shuffling through a zipper merge
On the cloverleaf
The klaxons play the walk-on’s leitmotif
Yeah
Better than keelhauled
Through a buttermilk sky
Why?
Better than feigned victimhood
And how?
How do you speak truth
When your throat is bone dry?
When it’s better to shut up for good
I’m so so lost
Little Red, Little Red said
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
As Gretel fled the gingerbread shed
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
Little Red, Little Red said
I’m lost in the mondegreen
I’m so so lost
As Gretel fled the gingerbread shed
I’m lost in the mondegreen
In the mondegreen
Lauren London - additional vocals
Micah Wolkenberg - drums
Shaina Wolkenberg - piano
Copyright 2023 Zach London
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