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Delicious Tacos In The Age Of The AI Apocalypse

lyrics not here because 4,900 chars but i did opt for Lyrics Blaster in DistroKid so it could be possibly in Spotify by now or somewhat soon

471 : Delicious Tacos released September 29, 2025

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Delicious Tacos

This song comes from a quiet place in my heart — that feeling of waking up and realizing you’re stuck in the same loop, doing all the things you’re “supposed to,” but feeling invisible in the process. It’s about how life can wear us down with repetition, how smiles can become habits instead of feelings, and how sometimes the smallest hopes — like a sunrise breaking through gray clouds — are the only things that keep us moving forward.

“Gray Skies Bloom” is me finding poetry in loneliness. It’s the soft ache of existing in a noisy world that rarely listens, but still whispering, “you’ll be okay.”


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Gray skies spill through window blinds
Coffee cold, I lose my mind
Same street signs, same painted smiles
Walking circles for miles and miles

[Pre-Chorus]
Every face a quiet storm
Every laugh a practiced form

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Verse 2]
Old songs hum from passing cars
Paper hearts and dying stars
People talking, no one hears
Trading secrets for souvenirs

[Pre-Chorus]
Every truth a borrowed lie
Every tear a lullaby

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Bridge]
Maybe we were born to fade
To dance in light that slowly frays
Maybe hope’s a tired refrain
But I still hum it just the same

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Outro]
Softly now, I close my eyes
Gray skies bloom into sunrise
One last breath before I fall
Maybe madness is it all

Gray Skies Bloom

Cryptic Mystic

Somewhere In Time (vol. 1)

Happy Birthday, Maron

It is a polyphonic song composed as an elegy, lament, or mourning song for friends who have recently passed away.

 Below is a detailed explanation of the work in three languages:

Explanation in English:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wAm8l7SfAR4KnIazIQnO0Qo-mJubp7Cd/view?usp=sharing

Explicación en castellano:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IDckYDZfVcle5LCI_MMH3U90U5DAG7qa/view?usp=sharing

Explicació en català.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/13I4_Jx1k0lBJRXdamI278gV8OAHdY1bK/view?usp=sharing

Com la cérvola deleix l’aigua

Hank takes the header plugs off and rips up the street on this one. Multi track guitars in unison, huge drums, a killer walking bass line with Hank's double entendre lyrics, by the end of the song we know some of these words might mean something else. Turn it Up is an all out effort and Hank does not disappoint. 

Turn It Up
by Hank Rusch

Turn it, Turn it up
Turn it, Turn it up
Turn the knob all the way to the right
Turn it up babe were gonna rock all night

Well, the drums keep beatin' in my head
and the bass keeps thumpin' like a ton of lead
It's gettin' louder than a house o' chainsaws
Look out!, someone's gonna call the law

C'mon baby want to see you dance
Well, c'mom baby you gotta take a chance
Cause, every eye here is stuck on you
C'mon baby show us what you can do

Oh, Oh, baby get in the groove
Oh, Oh, baby like the way you move
Well, I'm about to blast off like a rocket
Whatever you do, just don't stop it

Baby, you're comin' through the static
Loud and clear so let's get at it

Turn, it up baby...It's gonna, It's gonna be allright
Turn, turn it up baby, we're gonna keep on rockin' tonight
Turn, it up baby, it's gonna be, it's gonna be out of sight
Turn it... ouh!, turn in on, .... turn it, turn it..... Oooooh Look Out!!

Turn it up baby and hold on tight
Cause, I'm gonna take you for the ride of your life
I'm gonna redline the tach, I'm gonna turn in nines
You'll beg me to take you over the finish line

Turn it up, Turn it up baby, Oh! yeah
Turn it up, Turn it up baby, Oh! You got to got to turn it up
Turn it up, Turn it up baby, Oh! You do it so right
Turn, turn. turn it up baby, the way that you do it
It drives me wild

Turn It Up

Turn It Up!

Lyrics

Does anyone else ever wish that you could redo all the things you've done before?
But much better than you did them
Always rumination
Or maybe an obsession
Still, I'm not letting go of the idea that things can always be improved
With a little self-reflection
To give you some direction
And you might need it, cuz...

Bullies want your collapse
The skeptics choose to attack you
But never concede on all that you truly believe
No more fabricated actions
Clogging up the thought stream
(Clogging up the thought stream)
Clogging up the thought stream

When it's hard enough to be me, should I really wanna pose as perfect?
Stay true to yourself and in the end, trust it'll be worth it
Others will start to see you
For who you really are

Still, I'm not letting go of the idea that things can always be improved
With a little self-reflection

rumination

Your My Mystery

Freedom

Feeling

A piece of music is a mentally constructed entity, of which scores and performances are partial representations by which the piece is transmitted.
(Fred Lerdahl & Ray Jackendoff)

Any tone can succeed any other tone, any tone can sound simultaneously with any other tone or tones, and any group of tones can be followed by any other group of tones, just as any degree of tension  or nuance can occur in any medium under any kind of stress or duration. Successful projection will depend upon the contextual and formal conditions that prevail, and upon the skill and soul of the composer.
(Vincent Persichetti)

Music is a system of signs composed of complex forms which may be represented by physical sounds, and which in this way mediate between mental and psychic contents. To deal with such a system, semiotics are naturally evoked. To describe these forms, mathematics is the adequate language. To represent these forms on the physical level, physics are indispensable. And to understand the psychic contents, psychology is the predestined science.
(Guerino Mazzola)

Com la cérvola deleix l’aigua

Ramon Capsada Blanch