The Hard Taco Project
is a Simple Concept

I will write and record one song a month,
every month, until I am dead



I have been doing this since
1993 and so far my health is good.

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Burn Down the Beach House

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From "Soft Taco"


Let's burn down the beach house
We'll make the giants bow
We'll go door-to-door to each house
We'll change the world somehow.

We'll leave the writers
We'll leave the writers spellbound
Let's chase the water striders
Let's burn the beach house down.
Let's burn the beach house down.

Oh, this is not your father's revolution
Oh, this is not a drill
Oh, 'cause if we don't take this battlefield tomorrow
We never will

I'll build a diner then you
Post ads around the block
We'll write the breakfast menu
Up on the wall in chalk.

We'll waste the hours
Watching the riots downtown
Let's scale the water towers
Let's burn the beach house down.
Let's burn the beach house down.

Oh, this is not your father's revolution
Oh, this is not a drill
Oh, 'cause if we don't take this battlefield tomorrow
We never will

Let's scale the water towers
Let's burn the beach house down.
Let's burn the beach house down.

Oh, this is not your father's revolution
Oh, this is not a drill
Oh, 'cause if we don't take this battlefield tomorrow
We never will

Let's burn the beach house down
Let's burn the beach house down
Let's burn the beach house down
Let's burn the beach house down.


(Jon Greenlee - drums, bass, guitar solo)

Copyright 2000 Zach London

Bubu

My wife ran off with some darn gentile
And left me with our baby, Harn, our unborn child.
I was my own baby sitter and my own midwife
In this bottomless pit of pre-Exodus life for a while.

My name's Tartar, or Bubu to some
I don't eat any lard or know what has become of my past.
In my arms, I'm holding my baby Harn,
He's just seven days old and it may be his last.

See the babies thrashing,
See the Nile flow
Hear the mothers screaming as the babies go below.
If they take our children now will we be next to go

In the blink of an eye, another baby goes down
Wa, wa, baby.
If he doesn't come up one less diaper will brown,
Wa, wa, doody.
Why should I subject my son
To liquid death in searing sun
Why should I give up my kin
Since when is being born a sin

See the babies thrashing,
See the Nile flow
Hear the mothers screaming as the babies go below.
If they take our children now will we be next to go

I've got to try to save my son
Because his life has just begun.
I'll put him in the river Nile
And maybe he will float a while longer.


No recording available
Copyright 1992 Zach London

Brush Fire

Are you watching TV
Are you studying that book
I'll just sit here, I won't intrude.
How's the guitar playing
How's that test your roommate took
And have you gone to lunch
Or can I tag along and touch your food

You hear a knock, you cross your fingers and you pray,
But the fire will not go away.

Go away, Brush Fire go away,
I can't leave my room
Because I know that you'll just stay
It would make your day
If we cared what you say
But we'll watch you dance and let you sing,
And smile and act like everything's okay.

Would you like to see me naked
Like to watch me chew
My homework's tough but no one cares.
Here's my butt and there's your bed
Hey, don't mind if I do
Hey why're you always running in the boys room
And up and down those stairs

God saw me cheating once and now I have to pay,
'Cause Brush Fire will not go away.

Go away, Brush Fire go away,
I just want to tell you off
And guess how much you weigh
It would make your day
If we cared what you say
But you're so gross and you're so fat,
You've got no friends, who's fault is that
I'll scream in 60 seconds flat,
If you come in here "just to chat" today
So just shut up and get the hell away.


No recording available
Copyright 1996 Zach London

Bring Me The Head of Antonio

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Two households
One town divided and forlorn
Great wars from peaceful minds are born

Ten winters past
Land squabbles, property lines
Cruel words to warning shots behind
From this hatred I was bred
When I came of age
My father said to
Father said to me

Bring me the head of Antonio
His wicked dynasty must end
Bring me the head Antonio
Sebastian yet will be avenged
Well, I've got you now
But I can't shake the feeling
That there might be a lesson somewhere here
Is this violence violence a shrine unto itself?

Celia I loved
Playmates as children we were
But my brother set his dogs on her
On his hatred he had fed
When we found him dead
My father said to
Father said to me

Bring me the head of Antonio
His wicked dynasty must end
Bring me the head Antonio
Sebastian yet will be avenged
I could end it now
But I still can't shake the feeling
That there might be a lesson somewhere here
Cause this violence this violence is tearing us apart

Bring me the head
Bring me the head of Antonio
His wicked dynasty must end
Bring me the head Antonio
Bring the head
Bring the head
Let us be avenged
Bring me the head of Antonio
Bring me the head of Antonio
Bring me the head of Antonio
Bring me the head of Antonio


Copyright 2002 Zach London

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