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From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"

Our hero wakes
Inside a chamber
He can't remember
How he got there
His forehead aches
He senses danger
He reaches for his pistol
But it's not there

He hears a scream
Behind the white glare
A door from nowhere opens,
She falls through
She's just like a dream
Inside a nightmare
A beauty in a
Leopard-patterned two piece

We 're both too young to die
We 're both too young to die
In this cell
We 're both too young to die
I fear we must comply
There's no way out as far as I can tell

We were forced to breed
In captivity my dear
While pencils tapped and clipboards snapped
Behind the one way mirror
Someday they shall release us
So take my hand, we'll persevere
Forced to breed
In captivity, my dear
Force to breed
In captivity, my dear

The beauty swoons
Her lashes trembling
She musn't know
That he is scared too
Here come the goons
He must do something
And not mess up
Her giant 50s hairdo

We 're both too young to die
We 're both too young to die
In this cell
We 're both too young to die
I fear we must comply
There

We were forced to breed
In captivity my dear
While pencils tapped and clipboards snapped
Behind the one way mirror
Someday they shall release us
So take my hand, we'll persevere
Forced to breed
In captivity, my dear
Force to breed
In captivity, my dear

We were forced to breed
In captivity my dear
While pencils tapped and clipboards snapped
Behind the one way mirror
Someday they shall release us
So take my hand, we'll persevere
Forced to breed
In captivity, my dear
Force to breed
In captivity, my dear


(Lauren London - vocals)

Copyright 2003 Zach London

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From "Approach Approach Conflict"

Time came to get over Camp
Stocked the Plymouth Grand
With tent and guitar
For a song we would be bestow
On every state (just 30 to go)
With shoulders sore from the punch bugs
To Pensacola we drove
Every Boggle game
By the small blue flame of a Coleman propane stove
With shoulders sore from the punch bugs
To Pensacola we drove
Every Boggle game
By the small blue flame of a Coleman propane stove

Two kids at a Gulfport campsite
Brothers, eight and nine
And neither could read
But Stephen once had drowned
They pulled him dead out of the pond
On the chopper ride to Biloxi
He started breathing again
Saw his dead big sister
And God, who he said was like Santa Claus but thin
The chopper ride to Biloxi
They got him breathing again
Saw his dead big sister
And God, who he said was like Santa Claus but thin

Calm grin on a roadside mom
Holds her toddler up
To pet a wild bison
We were sprinting at White Sands
Ran a naked mile flailing our hands
Where the yuccas burn in the dune fields
You know you're lost and you're glad
It was strange and slow
As adventures go
But the last real one we had
The yuccas burn in the dune fields
You know you're lost and you're glad
It was strange and slow
As adventures go
But the last real one we had.

(Greg Kutcher - slide guitar, dulcimer
Jeff Kutcher - washboard
Lauren London - backup vocals)

Copyright 2010 Zach London

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From "Sleepy Hollow: The Rock Opera"

Katrina:
Where's your common sense
Should such handsome gents
Wage such an insolent spat
Boys who act refined
Don't make me inclined
To kick their cute behinds flat.
Ducks and geese are foolish things
But gentlemen should try and get along.

Ichabod:
Certain girls begin
Most impossible to win
But once you do you're in
'Til the end of her days and more

Brom:
But every man's a threat
To the heart of a coquette
So her victor must be set
To defend it at every door

All:
Ducks and geese are foolish things...


(David Fernandes - drums
Lauren London - vocals
Ivan Watson - vocals)

Copyright 1997 Zach London

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From "Sleepy Hollow: The Rock Opera"


Baltus:
Kat, dear, s'il vous plais
Help get our buffet
Set for tomorrow's affair.
Your friend Brom is here
Do invite him dear
I shan't interfere there
Ducks and geese are foolish things
But little girls can take care of themselves

Katrina:
Father when I'm dressed,
I shall do as you suggest
But meanwhile tell my guest
To be patient for just a bit Baltus:
Keep him entertained Yes of course
'Til I've met with Mr. Crane Anything you say
Though my lessons may detain me Wouldn't that be nice
A while I must admit.
Ducks and geese are foolish things
But father knows to do as he is told


(David Fernandes - drums
Lauren London - vocals
Josh Siegel - vocals
Molly Smith - flute
Evan Szu - violin)

Copyright 1997 Zach London

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