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From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"

Raise a glass, and give your applause
For the fiddler Harris
Didn't care about any laws
Only fiddle tunes
Many were the crimes he'd commit
But it didn't scare us,
'Cause we knew that he was the shit...

'Cause no one could play that song like him.
He brandished that fiddle in his limb.
For Harris' Fiddle Tune,
It would be his last.
'Cause no one could play that song that fast.

When the sheriff finally caught up
And he was about to
Take a noose and tie Harris up
When the fiddler said,
"All I've got's this fiddle of wood
But I'll give it out to
Anyone who can play like I could..."

But no one could play that song like him.
He brandished that fiddle in his limb.
For Harris' Fiddle Tune,
It would be his last.
'Cause no one could play that song that fast.

All the fiddlers came down in course
Playing in succession
Harris listened from up on the horse
Noose around his neck
But all of those fiddlers combined
Made no real impression
So he hit that horse's behind

'Cause no one could play that song like him.
He brandished that fiddle in his limb.
For Harris' Fiddle Tune,
It would be his last.
'Cause no one could play that song that fast.


(2003 version:
Jon Greenlee - drums

1996 version:
Dave Fernandes - drums, guitar solo)

Copyright 1996, 2003 Zach London

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From "Steak"

We're Guardian Bagworks
Around the Harvest Fire we dwell
We're Guardian Bagworks
We do one thing, we do it well.

It's what we stand for
And we won't let the people down
It's all we stand for
And we're coming to your town

We're coming to your town!
We're coming to your town!
We're coming to your town,
We shall let our song resound.
And let the Guardians stand their ground.

We're Guardian Bagworks
Around the Juniper we stand.
We're Guardian Bagworks
We hew our precepts in the sand.

It's what we stand for
And we won't let the people down
It's all we stand for
And we're coming to your town

We're coming to your town!
We're coming to your town!
We're coming to your town,
We shall let our song resound.
And let the Guardians stand their ground.


(Ty Morse - co-author, additional vocals)

Copyright 2000 Zach London

Stop... Do you think I care
You can take a ride on the drop
But you've got to get off somewhere.

And I know you love the taste
Of my summer fall from grace.
Fall from grace but not from greater eyes.

You blew a bubble and it drifted from your scope,
And I mistook it for a crystal ball.
I tried to conjure it but all I got was soap
And the vapor in your breath that formed a formless waterfall

That whispered,
We are the mice of both extremes
Sifting for gold in the neon sand
I'm a bit old for these hollow dreams
And he seems kind of tall for a wooden man.

What do you want to do
Time is up or have you forgot
There's no one left but you,

And I feel you in my brain
Trying to open up the drain,
Drain you out but not from greater eyes.

Peripherally I saw me spiralling in space,
Surrounded by stuffed animals and dolls
And you were waving all these flashcards in my face
Saying memorize these emotions
And the formless waterfall took over

So... what's your attack
Our armistice is over,
It ain't coming back.
And I know this all began
Because I killed the wooden man
And sent him far away from greater eyes.


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Copyright 1993 Zach London

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From "Steak"

It's a great big world
It's great and it's big
You want to see the other side
You're gonna have to dig
The water torture's coming back
'Cause it's the natural way
They've got your fingers trapped
And now you're gonna have to stay
It's a great big world
It's big and it's great
The fire drill is kind of tricky to negotiate
It's been fun
I've had a great wall
But it's a great big world after all.


Copyright 1999 Zach London

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