[Verse]
Aeryn Goldstein, late-night dream,
Stomach growlin', gotta scheme.
Hit the Bell, neon gleam,
Crunchwrap Supreme, supreme.

[Verse 2]
Walkin' streets, feel that vibe,
Punk is pulsin', midnight drive.
Taco Bell, gotta arrive,
Crunchwrap king, he’s alive.

[Chorus]
Crunchwrap Supreme, he’s the king,
Aeryn Goldstein, let it ring.
Midnight munch, gotta cling,
Taco Bell, everything.

[Verse 3]
Counter chat, order placed,
Fiery sauce, taste that haste.
Crunchwrap in his hands, embraced,
One-man feast, no time to waste.

[Verse 4]
Beneath those punk rock skies,
Cheesy goodness, fries on the side.
Hunger fades, those late-night cries,
Goldstein's here, he never lies.

[Chorus]
Crunchwrap Supreme, he’s the king,
Aeryn Goldstein, let it ring.
Midnight munch, gotta cling,
Taco Bell, everything.

Crunchwrap King

A theatrical song about an immigrant who moves from Sicily to Wisconsin and is forced to use Ranch instead of marinara on his pasta.

[Verse]
Fresh off the boat from Sicily I stand
Land of cheese curd dreams and dairy farms so grand
But my pasta creation oh the sauce so divine
In this foreign land how will it intertwine

[Verse 2]
I miss Mama’s kitchen where flavors are bold
Sun kissed tomatoes and Parmesan gold
Here they ask for ranch with a smile so wide
I put it on spaghetti feeling lost inside

[Chorus]
Oh the creamy dressing on my plate so wrong
Mixing with the noodles my heart sings a mournful song
But this is my new life in Wisconsin fair
Eating ranch on pasta in despair

[Bridge]
Each bite I take is a step on this road
Where mozzarella meets ranch in a flavor code
Mixing traditions new and old with every taste
In this curious dance life I embrace

[Verse 3]
Neighbors they cheer for their Packers in green
I bring them lasagna like they’ve never seen
They smile and I laugh but inside I cry
For the herbs of home and a Sicilian sky

[Chorus]
Oh the creamy dressing on my plate so wrong
Mixing with the noodles my heart sings a mournful song
But this is my new life in Wisconsin fair
Eating ranch on pasta in despair

La Vita Nuova

Brev.ai track about a train crash in 1885 filling the Grand Canyon full of peanut butter. 

Peanut Butter Canyon

A profile to put all the dumb AI generated music I make

John Cruz