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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International Airport

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Gate 3, Concourse C
Friendly signs to help you find it
A coach class boarding pass
A smart choice for the economically minded.

Daily nonstops to all major destinations
Five screens of alphabetical ETD's and cancellations.

International airport
The airport of tomorrow here today
International airport
The airport of today!

And the baggage claim drops of
Your luggage with a barcode on the tag
Insuring no one rides the carousel
Unless they are a bag

Daily nonstops to all major destinations
Five screens of alphabetical ETD's and cancellations.

International airport
The airport of tomorrow here today
International airport
The airport of today!

And the moving sidewalk picks up
Just beyond the metal sensing door
Allowing passengers to venture
Where no metal's gone before.

International airport
The airport of tomorrow here today
International airport
The airport of today...


(Jon Greenlee - additional vocals
Lauren London - additional vocals)

Copyright 1999 Zach London

Indispensible

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From "Chicken"

Of all the people I've depressed
I consider you the best
The upper echelon at least.
Of all the people I've destroyed
You're the one I've most enjoyed
The squeaky wheel, you keep me greased.

Selfish attention-seeking narcissistic inconsiderate shallow egomaniac
Back-stabbing capricious malicious conceited and heartless, vain insensitive
But you still want me back
Self-absorbed and self-reliant
Self-important, self-defiant, yeah
You've racked your brain to you figure out
A single thing you like about me
Why you can't fall asleep without me there
Well, I don't know either and I don't care

Of all the people I've brought down
You're the one I've kept around
You seem to work well with abuse
Of all the people that I've wrecked
You're the one I most respect
Although that definition's loose

Selfish attention-seeking narcissistic inconsiderate shallow egomaniac
Back-stabbing capricious malicious conceited and heartless, vain insensitive
But you still want me back
Undeserving, unreceptive
Callous, careless, and deceptive yeah
Insolent, indefensible
Inappropriate, indispensable
You're too whipped to do the sensible thing

Selfish attention-seeking narcissistic inconsiderate shallow egomaniac
Back-stabbing capricious malicious conceited and heartless, vain insensitive
But you still want me back
Undeserving, unreceptive
Callous, careless, and deceptive yeah
You've racked your brain to you figure out
A single thing you like about me
Why you can't fall asleep without me there


Copyright 2000 Zach London

Indiana


From "Soft Taco"

Indianama, between Quebec and Panama
You're not Afghanastanama
You're - Indianama my home.

Indianama, the center of God's planama,
We're your biggest fanama
You're - Indianama my home.

You're the self-proclaimed crossroads of America
You're the nation's geographical Bo Dereka
Indiana who are you


(Jeff Bercovici - co-author, additional vocals
Jeff Kleiner - drums)

Copyright 1997, 1999 Zach London

I'm Not Saying, I'm Just Saying

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From "and then the training takes over..."

In between the days
When you're counting fingers
And counting grays
You'll try, you will

And you might get hurt
Plug up your ears, kid
Spoiler alert:
You might, yeah you will

But when the falling string tastes just like a dream
Nothing matters at all
And now you've got your private soundtrack playing
Just tell the people that you were born in Spring
But learned to laugh in the Fall
I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying

There are those who will
Tell you there's no such thing as a two dollar bill
But they're wrong
There is, there is, there is

And yours will touch their minds
Throw your two cents a hundred times
And channel every song
There is, there is, there is

But when the falling string tastes just like a dream
Nothing matters at all
And now you've got your private soundtrack playing
Just tell the people that you were born in Spring
But learned to laugh in the Fall
I'm not saying, I'm just saying

I'm not saying, I'm just standing by
I'm just afraid that I'm just too camera shy

When the falling string tastes just like a dream
Nothing matters at all
And now you've got your private soundtrack playing
Tell all the people that you were born in Spring
But learned to laugh in the Fall
I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying
I'm not saying, I'm not saying, I'm just saying


(Lauren London - vocals
Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Jeff Kutcher and Meesh - additional production)

Copyright 2008 Zach London


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