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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Nature Walk

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Nature walk
One foot leads the other, it's called a nature walk.
Nature walk
These heights are made to wuther upon a nature walk.

Ranger Acorn's dead
A squirrel stored his head (squirrel stored ranger's head)
Deep within a tree
Ranger Acorn's me!
And they say the world is round (But the Ground)
We've found, is flat.

Nature walk
Sky turns into leather upon a nature walk.
Nature walk
Put your fists together and join our nature walk.

Sergeant Leaf is ripped
The trap we set is tripped, (Sergeant's lifeline snipped)
And Captain Stem is free,
Thanks to you and me.
And there's a lot that can be learned (When the woods are burned)
I yearn to learn about ash.

Look at the sky, the trees, the birds,
Hear Parson Spore's immortal words
He said, "Girl take my hand, you'll understand
Girl do the math: Us plus this path equals love!"

Nature walk
One foot leads the other, it's called a nature walk.
Nature walk
These heights are made to wuther upon a nature walk.

Nature walk
Sky turns into leather upon a nature walk.
Nature walk
Put your fists together
Come join our nature walk.


(Maury Loeb - co-author)

Copyright 1998 Zach London

Nancy

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From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"

Nancy I'm here
In these sad times
A shoulder to rest your
Beautiful face

Am I too bold
Is it too soon
Now that Ronnie's gone
Who'll take his place

Ah, ah, ah
You deserve a clean slate
Ah, ah, ah
It's amazing
Ive waited so long
For you to be free

Work it on out
Work it on out
Work it on out
Nancy Baby

Work it on out
Work it on out
Work it on out
Nancy, yeah

Don't Just Say No
Forget what youve heard
I'm married, too
But that's just a word

He would have said
Nancy move on
He would have said
Baby, get your groove on

Ah, ah, ah
You deserve a clean slate
Ah, ah, ah
It's amazing
Ive waited so long
For you to be free

Work it on out
Work it on out
Work it on out
Nancy Baby

Work it on out
Work it on out
Work it on out
Nancy, yeah

Ah, ah, ah
You deserve a clean slate
Ah, ah, ah
It's amazing
Ive waited so long
For you to be free
Waited so long
For you to be free
Waited so long
For you to be free

Oh, Nancy Baby
Oh, Nancy, yeah


(Lauren London - backup vocals)

Copyright 2004 Zach London

My Belly's True

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From "Black Bean"

I got caught with a girl name of Ruby Marie
She's a poor boy's dream,
She's like a cup of sweet cream
And she's the prettiest thing
I ever did see.
And she could cut the rug
Like it ain't no fact,
But she went to the kitchen
Now she couldn't make jack
So I walked her on home
And I come crawlin' back to you.

So Darling, shine up the skillet
And fire up the kettle
My heart is empty 'til my plate is full
'Cause the hot-crossed biscuits
And corn mush stew
Tickle me pink
When I'm feeling blue
'Cause my heart is deceiving
But my belly's true tonight.

Well I know you wish for my love,
I know you pray for my health
And tonight I'm yours
But if you see me in your pantry
You better just
Keep your hands to your shelf
I want the string bean, butter bean,
Sugar bean, sugar snap peas,
Crack corn, crack pepper jack bread puddin'
Call the doctor, baby,
I think I'm feelin' fine!

So Darling, shine up the skillet
And fire up the kettle
My heart is empty 'til my plate is full
'Cause the hot-crossed biscuits
And corn mush stew
Tickle me pink
When I'm feeling blue
'Cause my heart is deceiving
But my belly's true tonight.

And when I die,
Lay my bones on your cupboard shelf too
So as the pretty girls crowd in to see,
You'll be proud 'cause
None of them could make a man as happy as you.
And girl, I ain't no saint,
So when I'm down and dyin'
The devil may take me,
And that's just fine,
But if he wants my grub,
He'll have to wait in line, you'll see.

So Darling, shine up the skillet
And fire up the kettle
My heart is empty 'til my plate is full
'Cause the hot-crossed biscuits
And corn mush stew
Tickle me pink
When I'm feeling blue
'Cause my heart is deceiving
But my belly's true tonight.


(Jeff Kleiner - harmonica)

Copyright 1999 Zach London

Music Up Your Ass

I've got bugs and beetles crawling up my pant leg
Along with some hair thing called a scrunchy
And explosive metal sharks.
And the TV men with swords in their mouths
Tell me if I cross my i's, I should dot myt t's and accent all my marks.

And my thalamus is gone and my genetic pool is shot,
And I'd like to eat my car, but it's the only one I've got,
So I tell you in binary that I'd like my ceiling fixed
And you respond, request forms should be filed in base six.
And I know that it's improper using 'me' instead of 'I'
But your face is mesomorphic with the stamen on my tie.
I don't think this artificial glass
Is the fuel that made me use up all this gas.
No one here but music up your ass.

Music up your ass! Music up your ass!
Someday I'll be good looking,
And I'll have a million friends,
And I'll go see all the shows
My favorite critic recommends,
But until then I'll just sit here in the grass.
Just happy sticking music up your ass.

On the mantle in the bedroom there's a jar made of cardboard
That contains three handsome puffins and a user-friendly guide.
And I wonder if it's wonderful, I think,
The way the people think it's wonderful
The way there's so much fun it can provide.

And a lion that concerned itself with Cuernavacan ships
Now smiles through its severed head and tissue paper lips,
Oblivious to all the candy in its past
And the lack of brandy floating in my glass.
Nothing gives but music up your ass.

Music up your ass! Music up your ass!
So your dry cell has a nursery
It wants to occupy,
And it tries to split asexually
But can't because it's dry
Yet inertia's still proportional to mass,
So there's no stopping music up your ass.
No there's no stopping music up your ass.


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Copyright 1993 Zach London

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