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Parinaud's Syndrome

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I used to tell my friends that neuro was ridiculous

Until I got a lump in my superior colliculus

Now I'm a monster among men

I've got this freakish growth at level ten.

I've got Parinaud's,

See the fragile folds of my rostral tectum

Parinaud's,

That lesion well it damn nearly wrecked 'em

And the sun may be shining but I can't see

'Cause I can't look up at all

So if I'm staring at your chest you can't blame me

'Cause it's really not my fault, yeah!

I guess it seems that I'm upset about my deficit

So before I tell my tale I think I ought to preface it.

As far as any lesion goes,

At least I don't have clonus.... clonus blows!

I got Parinaud's,

See the fragile folds of my rostral tectum.

Parinaud's,

That lesion well it damn nearly wrecked 'em

And the sun may be shining but I can't see

'Cause I can't look up at all

So if I'm staring at your chest you can't blame me

'Cause it's really not my fault, yeah!

Paper Cranes

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From "Chicken"

We're folding paper cranes

For the kid with cancer

We're folding paper cranes

For the kid

Oh, oh

He's got cancer

But at least

He'll live forever,

In a way.

I wear different

Colored ribbons so

You know which diseases

I oppose

And when each

Telethon is on

I watch the

Contribution thermometer

As it grows

At show-and-tell you'll see

His origami legacy

He left us years ago

Oh, oh, oh, oh

A million chances to fly

So hold your breath

When you drive by

It's a million gently folded

Worthless tokens of commiseration

We're folding paper cranes

For the kid with cancer

We're folding paper cranes

For the kid

Oh, oh

He's got cancer

But at least

He'll live forever,

In a way.

At show-and-tell you'll see

His origami legacy

He left us years ago

Oh, oh, oh, oh

A million chances to fly

So hold your breath

When you drive by

It's a million gently folded

Worthless tokens of commiseration

We're folding paper cranes

For the kid with cancer

We're folding paper cranes

For the kid

Oh, oh

He's got cancer

But at least

He'll live forever,

In a way.

Our First Dollar

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From "Jupiter the Balloon Horse"

One afternoon

At the greasy spoon

I was servin up the split pea

When a good lookin man

With a gun in hand

Came and sidled right up to me

Up to me

He said, If you don't mind

I'm here to rob you blind

Maam, but I ain't gonna take it all

Just want a dollar bill

But not from the till,

No, the framed one on the wall

On the wall

On the wall.

And there ain't no woman

Strong enough to hold me.

Our first dollars on the wall

In a frame

Every dollar bill is not the same

Our first dollars in the hand

Of a good lookin man

And we 're never gonna see it again

Now this last-of-his-breed

Lonesome-eyed rambler

Set my young heart in flames

As he put that buck

In his pick-up truck

With a hundred other ones in frames

Ones in frames

And ain't there a woman

Strong enough to hold him

Our first dollars on the wall

In a frame

Every dollar bill is not the same

Our first dollars in the hand

Of a good lookin man

And we 're never gonna see it again

(Lauren London - vocals

Greg Kutcher - additional guitars)

Copyright 2007 Zach London, Matt Bianchi, Park Krausen, Adam Schuyler, Dave Askins, Zach Lewton, and David Moore.

Oslo

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From "Jupiter the Balloon Horse"

Zum diddy-diddy dah dah dah

Zum diddy-diddy dah dah

High seas

Throats of the North

Raised in song

Strapped to the oars of a longboat

Seesaw in time with the tide

With only the stars as our guide

Southward we glide

The prow of our ship

Shaped like some half-naked lady we carved

Of Norweigan wood

Isn't it good

Just like in Oslo,

Death to the beat of a drum!

Oslo,

Angry and lost we sing

Zum diddy-diddy dah dah dah

Zum diddy-diddy dah dah

Waves crash

Saltwater licks at our beards

The air whips around with the weird stench

Of sweat mixed with watered-down ale

Sadly our flatbread is stale

Wish we could sail

Rather than row

Far from King Olaf, the fjords, and

Oslo

Bitter our hearts have become!

Oslo.

Robbing small towns we'll sing

Zum diddy-diddy dah dah dah

Zum diddy-diddy dah dah

(2007 Version
Sarah Carlson - violin
Greg Kutcher - lead guitar, additional mandolin
Russell Schwartz - backup vocals, berserker Viking
Geoffroy Sisk - lead vocals, non-berserker Viking
David Zolotarchuk - additional backup vocals

1993 Version:
Jon Greenlee - drums, bass, lead guitar, additional vocals)

Copyright 1993, 2007 Zach London

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Parinaud's Syndrome

Paper Cranes

Our First Dollar

Oslo

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