The USGS Hawaiian Volcano Observatory monitors Kilauea Volcano using tilt meters to measure ground inflation and deflation, tracking seismic tremor, and analyzing SO2 emissions to forecast eruptions. During the pause period after episode 47 ended on May 15th, the UWD tilt meter recorded approximately 9.5 micro radians of inflationary tilt, indicating magma accumulation beneath the summit. Forecast models predicted episode 48 would occur between May 22nd and May 26th, 2026, based on these monitoring data points.
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Kilauea Monitoring - May 19th - USGS model window May 22 - 26 - Taco TuesdayAdded:
Moo.
Jack Tuesday in front forest pot on the flame. Ku pork slowly take shape. Brown sugar on the edge. Salt in the bowl. I watch that shoulder turn soft and old.
The lid keeps sweating. The night stays still. I stir it low till it stops to thrill. Oh, let it go slow. Let it pull up. Oh, let it sit there deep in the dark. Fern forest tacos. How do I poke so smokey?
Fern forest tacos. Fern forest tacos Tuesday so char on the shell hot breeze clean heat salsa in the jar waiting to me silent chop fine lime in the gut that smokey sweetness won't let I fully careful. Don't waste one bite.
One deep breath in and the whole things right. Oh, let it go slow. Let it pull apart. Oh, let it sit there deep in the dark.
Burn forest tacos.
Burn forest tacos. Why do I poke so smokey?
Fern forest tacos. Fern forest tacos.
Tuesday.
So in my low moon all night in the pan. Every little brain feels kissed by forest tacos. For his tacos, burn forest tacos. Kyua pork soy.
Fern forest tacos. Fern forest tacos.
Fern forest tacos.
Tuesday taste so holy.
Aloha and good afternoon, good evening, good morning wherever you're at. Welcome to Taco Tuesday edition of our monitoring stream.
Uh Johnson says if that stuff works.
Claritin. He's talking about his allergies there.
I say sometimes, sometimes not. I used to have big time allergies and then when I moved to the Big Island, they went bye-bye. But Terra still has them when it comes to the Vog.
I take the Kirkland brand of Ayar FX.
Yeah, some people say that stuff works good.
As you can see, we got P pistoning going on out of the north vent right now.
Lots of S2 SO2.
And as promised earlier today, I said I was going to do an update because USGS did not get to the update in a timely fashion. As a matter of fact, they waited almost until 10:00 a.m.
about half hour after we were done. And we waited a while.
So, here it is. Without further ado, Hawaiian Volcano Observatory Daily Update, US Geological Survey, Tuesday, May 19th, 2026 at 9:56 a.m.
Boy, somebody forgot to wake up when the alarm clock went off. They hit the snooze a few times.
Summary: The Holly Mahu Mahu eruption at Kilaway is paused. Glow was visible from both erupted vents overnight.
Not so much the north vent, but the south vent was very glowy, as we'll probably see again tonight. Inflation is underway. Forecast model suggested episode 48 sometime between, drum roll, Friday, May 22nd and Tuesday, May 26th.
Yay. So, guess what? I'm still back in the game. I threw my hat in the ring for the 26th. And by golly, it might happen then because USGS says so, right?
The eruption is paused. Glow visible.
Yep. Yep. Yep. Um episode ended on May 15th. Oh, I'm sorry. And forecast uh suggest that episode 48 will occur between Friday, May 22nd and Tuesday.
So, we have a pizza Friday window to taco Tuesday. How exciting is that?
No significant activity has been noted along Kilawa's east rift zone or southwest rift zone.
So low-level seismic tremor continues during the current current pause as you can see over here on the mainstream in the lower lefthand corner. There's a little bit of pistoning going on here.
You can kind of see a little bit of a action there going. Right now it's the north end. North Finland is doing a gas show.
Uh, earthquake activity below Kilaway Summit is at low at this time. Kilaway summit inflation is underway but is also slowed slightly over the past day. And that's what I was talking about this morning. Maybe they're holding back for a little bit to see how that little um that little leveling off in the tilt was since the end of lava founding episode on uh episode 47 on May 15th. The Yukahuna tilt meter UWD has tracked approximately 9.5 micro radians of inflationary tilt. This instrument recorded 15.6 micro radians of deflationary tilt uh during episode 47.
So again, when I was looking at that tilt chart earlier this morning, I was kind of guesstimating around 10. So not far off there with the eruption pause.
Now, SO2 emission rates from the summit is likely now varying between 1,000 to 5,000 tons per day, which is just basically the copy and paste version of their update every time.
Zesty Sump is in there now. Johnson's is in there now. Terra is in there now.
Aloha everybody. Zesty Sump says, "Serving size small, medium, large."
Yeah, these portions are zombie portion to make the most with the host. Taco toast. Cheers, my friend. Lurkers.
Well, we're going to get to that after a little bit. Tara is currently shopping for some groceries right now for our Taco Tuesday event. Johnson's Adventure says, "Aloha, Mama Bear." So, yeah, taking a look at the uh let's go back here to the tilt chart. Here we go. UWD right here on the screen.
Let's take a look at the overall here.
You can see we kind of had that downturn this morning, but since then, you can see she's almost gone straight up. So, since then, it's probably we're pretty close to 10 microdians right there, I would say. If you just look, you count from right about here, you got about five there. You got about almost three and a half there and another two and a half there. So looking pretty close at 10 micro radians of uh recovered tilt there since the end of episode 47.
So yeah, that's basically the update as promised in a nutshell. I'm apologize on behalf of the USGS even though I shouldn't have to. Uh but yeah, it's there now. So we're all good.
Everything's fine. I know our show is kind of based on that that update and some people were kind of feeling this morning waiting for it, waiting for it, waiting for it, and then it never happened. So, I do apologize, but sometimes we have to live life and kind of do real life things even though USGS is doing their own thing. You know what I'm saying?
I kind of commend those people that work for the USGS. They do work very hard to do this stuff. So, we all appreciate them and we give our thanks and mahalos to USGS for everything that they do.
Going back over here to the mainstream, looks like it might be a fantastic sunset up there at the caldera with diamonds on the screen right now here about 2,000 ft below the summit. It is raining, folks. It is raining.
Uh, Zamp says, "Tara, I'll take an orange Coke and some gummy bears." Well, they happen to have those there. Or those squishy marshmallow strawberries.
Happy shopping. Yes, they do. They do have all that there.
All right. So, what I'm going to do now is going to start rolling out a couple taco songs and a couple of our oldies but goodies, followed by more taco songs when Tara gets back here and we'll start uh cooking. So, all right. Here we go.
Let's go. This one's called Taco Truck Volcano. Go.
Smoke in the sky. Not from the kitchen.
Lava don't look. Still we chilling.
Rusty blue van painted open come grind ash on the roof but the line still wine.
Taco truck volcano serving love on grind.
Hot plate hot plate but the vibes so kind.
We are taco truck volcano.
Spice burn shine.
Fire in the mountain, cool in the mind.
Aba in the back. Flip shell home song.
Juice box waiting while the day run long. Tourists all stare. Locals just laugh. Eat fast, my friend. The earth might splash. Taco truck volcano.
Serving love on dry.
Hot plate. Hot plate. But the vibe so kind.
We on Taco Chuck volcing the mind. Oh yeah.
If the world tip over, let it dip right here. Sauce on my fingers, smoke in my hair. One more plate before we go. If we must burn, let it be slow. Taco truck volcano.
Serving love on grind.
Hot plate. Hot plate. But the vibe so kind.
We on taco truck volcano.
Spice burn shine.
Fire in the mountain.
Cooling the mind. Oh yeah.
Taco Tuesday they pull up clean paper plate. Glow back. I see heat in the pan, fire in the air. You know the line, we already there. Stack it high, make it right. Crunching the first bite. Pure delight. Hands in the air. Feel that sway. We came to eat and dance all day.
WE ABOUT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
>> Getting close. No doubt ABOUT IT.
>> SA SALSA ON IT.
>> One more shake NOW ON IT.
>> WE ABOUT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
>> TACO. TACO.
>> SA SALSA ON IT. Slap on them beans. Taco dreams.
Taco taco dreams.
More beef, more cheese.
Got to get that pork.
Go get it. Centro on top. Lime in the cut. Hot peppers burning. Wake you up.
Fold that shell. Hold that bite.
Everything loud on a Tuesday night.
Flavor at the door. Say with that smell.
We say come through. You know it sills.
Sauce on the plate. Bring on your face.
A little more heat in the whole plate.
about the Taco Bell.
>> Getting close. No doubt about it.
>> On it.
>> One more SHAKE NOW ON IT.
>> TACO.
TACO. TACO. Salsa on it. Slap on them beans. Taco dreams.
Taco. Taco.
More. More cheese.
Get that pork.
Forget it. Cilantro, lime, hot peppers.
Let's Let's go. Cilantro, lime, hot peppers. Let's Let's go. We drop slow then it comes back bright. One more round. One more bite. Cilantro lime hot peppers. Let's Let's go on the taco.
>> Taco taco sauce on it. Slap on them beans. Taco dreams.
Taco taco dreams more beautiful.
Got to get that go.
Let's go.
Lime peppers. Let's go.
Hey.
Soft tight black glass.
Little heads breaking through the past.
Shine pale blue.
Silver trails where the waves move.
Slow glide so still like they already know the drill.
Deep breath they die. Tiny stars learning how to survive.
Turtles in the moon.
Floating slow, slow slow motion.
Round and round in the midnight blue.
Turtles in the moonlight ocean.
Ancient hearts still open.
I get quiet just watching you. Yeah, just watching you.
Old scars on their backs carry whole stories in the cracks.
Green eyes look up.
Every ripple like a prayer.
I drift on the sand, salt on my lips, shaking hands. You turn so free like the night's teaching me to be.
Turtles in the morning ocean floating slow slow motion round and round in the midnight blue.
Turtles in the moonlight ocean.
Ancient hearts still open.
I get quiet just watching you. Oh, watching you.
under this pale pale sky.
You don't even try.
Just breathing, just being while the whole world rushes by. Turtles in the moonlight ocean floating slow slow motion.
Round and round in the midnight blue.
Turtles in the moonlight ocean.
Ancient hearts still open.
I feel weightless there with you. Weightless there with you.
Bare feet, cold tile, CB grinning like a child. Midnight fridge light. Turn this kitchen to a wild night.
Dog tags jingle. She spins when the sparks tingle. Her name Liberty. Here she's leading every step of me.
I dance with my dog named Liberty. In the kitchen like a crazy remedy. It's an affliction. It's an addiction. CB is my name and I'm lost in the friction.
I dance with my dog named Liberty. Round and round till we spill our energy. It's an affliction. Sweet contradictions. See me in my neighbor.
for the tra.
One, one hand. We jump when the floor can't stand. been move half moon at the empty spoon slip slide. We don't care if we collide.
Heartbeat baseline. Every little step rewinds time.
I dance with my dog named Liberty in the kitchen like a crazy remedy. It's an affliction. It's an addiction. S is my name and I'm lost in the friction. I dance with my door name Liberty. Round and round till we spill our energy. It's an affliction. Sweet contradiction. Give me my name and I dance for the for the Spin, spin, lights dim. Just me and my four-legged friend again.
Clap once, jump twice. This tiny room feels paradise.
I dance with my dog name in the kitchen like a crazy remedy. It's an addiction. It's an addiction. Baby is my name and I'm lost in the friction.
I dance with my liberty round and round till we spill our energy instead of face the sweet contradictions. CB is my name and I dance for the corner of the club.
She don't speak, she always eyes pull me in.
Black sky, bright core, every blink.
Planets change direction.
Static in my chest.
Gravity in her stair.
Center of the universe.
Whole world been to you. eyes like a galaxy turning. I fall straight through center of the universe.
Now nothing else is true in the door.
Your love keeps burning endless cutting through hair like water.
Slow motion time crashing down our shoulders dragging me inside.
Yeah. Every touch solo flare on the skin.
I dissolve return to the dark. Glor center of the univer to you eyes like a galaxy turning I fall straight through center of the universe now nothing else is true in the void your love keeps burning endless through.
You beam through the black.
One star hard.
I'm lost in time and you're in this track.
center of the universe.
You like a galaxy turning and I fall straight through center of the universe.
Now nothing else is true. In the dark your love keeps burning endless cutting Oh, I Just hush hush. The earth is listening.
Red breath rising. Stone hearts glistening.
She sleeps in the crater cradle under skin of cooling glass on black and cinder. Here turning the mass. One sky and the valley shivers. One blink and the riches glow.
Name on every tremling whisper. Belly moves in the veins below.
Hammer.
Heartbeat under the blue.
Every spark is a story.
Every ember is you.
She brea fire. She brea flame.
Paints the night in her name.
All the stars fall into you.
Oh, her eyes catch the scattered planets.
String them like a jewel.
Smoke curls in a silver spiral. Winds bend just to clear her away. Sky blushes and molen blossoms. Ash drifts soft as midnight rain. She laughs and the shadows scatter. She cries and the rocks remember her name.
Heartbeat after.
Every spark is a story.
Every ember is you.
She wakes fire. She brea paints the night. Her name all the stars falling deep.
Step light on the traveling stone.
Each glow means you're not alone.
Smoke curls like a sacred bow.
Can you hear us now?
Hey, follow my heartbeat under the blue.
Every spark is a story.
Every ember is you.
She breathes fire. She breathes flame.
Paints the light in her name.
my all the stars falling to you.
Above the cloud, past every green crown, black stone spy where the sky bows down.
She sleeps in smoke and silence.
Long back love, dark line, tree line far below her.
Sea wrapped in silver shine.
Steps made out of cinder.
Old scars red glass and bone.
Heartbeat under salt.
Calling love is a beat. Goddess of the island. Stone and fire, crown of clouds.
You're the world's desire.
Air so thin it shivers.
Stars still pin to dawn.
Bridges rise like rivers frozen where they ran.
Wind takes ancient stories.
Ash writes secret names.
She holds up the horizon watching over waves.
My low queen above the earth. Dancing on your shoulders.
My goddess of the island. White and wild. I am just your breath. A tiny child.
My honing through my feet. Every little tremor is a beat. Goddess of the island. Stone and fire. Crown of clouds.
You're the world's desire.
Move like magma under skin.
Round and rolling slow begin up from root to sky we rise.
Hands up high for fire eyes. Call her name and feel that ground.
All this jungle spinning round.
She's the drum the world has known.
Throne of smoke and ancient stone.
Queen above the earth. Dancing on your shoulders. Dust and dirt. Goddess of the island. Wide and wild. I am just your breath. A tiny child.
My lower coming through my feet. Every little tremor is a beat. Goddess of the island. Stone and fire, crown of clouds.
You're the world's desire.
U D Set me to rising.
Keep your eyes on the glow.
Screams in the dark.
Numbers blink like distant stars.
We wait on baited breath for those blue lines going up the chart.
Hands on the desk, heart on the edge of a star.
Every tiny optic hits like a spark in a powder.
You would have tilled meter tilting higher higher higher still climbing into the skies as hell erupts into another record breaking fountain.
Feel it burning burning brighter.
our fears and all our doubts. Turning lava as the day is pouring out.
Alarms in my veins, everything another dare.
You say just one more red, but the heat's already in the air.
graphs like waves crashing past the safety mark. I swear I see the floor go red in the dark.
YOU WERE TO TILT ME UP. Tilting higher, higher, higher, till climbing into the skies as erupts into another record breaking fountain.
Feel it burning, burning brighter. All the fears and all are doub as the day is pouring out.
Holding line, but it's breaking in real time.
Ash in my lungs, fire in my ch, belly in the core, tearing it apart.
Tilt meter tilting higher, higher, higher. Tilt climbing into the skies as P erupts into another recordbreaking fountain.
Feel it burning, burning brighter.
All fears and all our doubt turn to lava as the dead is pouring out.
Heat. Heat.
In the green heat where The wild roos breathe. I feel thunder tiptoe under my skin.
Name on the wind they call you in.
Heavy air stops then the first drop falls. Every heartbeat. Learning how to swim.
Hands to the sky calling you in.
Rain a jungle goddess of rain. Let your heavy showers of love fall again from the clouds above flood my veins.
Wash me, break me, make me new in your name.
the jungle of rain. I see rainbow through the h from the clouds you cut your way. Show me in your Silver on leaves, every branch flows bright. You paint rivers down the curve of the night.
Lightning in gold in your laughing eyes.
Spinning in mud, but I feel so clean.
Every cold drop, it's like a dream.
You pull me up into the steam.
Oh yeah. Rainbow got the rain. Let your heavy showers love fall again from the clouds above my veins.
Watch me. Break me. Make me new in your name.
Rainbow got the rain. I feeling rainbows through the head again. From the clouds you cut away. Tell me. Tell me.
Tell me, tell me CHASER RUNNING FASTER.
IN THE heaven through the plaster boots in a bo miss on a mo. He's drawing every contour line on the door. Tiny red pencil tucked in his cap. Every ridge every river on a folded map.
HE'S THE HIGHEST CHASER.
Laser chaser.
He's a maker with precision flying fast like a creation.
Heat. Heat.
Heat. Heat.
grid lines dancing on his screen. Old stone by neon green ancient hillside in a stream of turning peace smoke into a machine.
HE'S A HAGGISH CHASER.
Laser tra he's a maker with precision riding fast like a cold collision.
He's a lizer.
Run.
Left foot, right foot. Code in his veins. Thunder in the glam, fire in the rain, whispered coronal echo in the grave.
HE'S A HUS CHASER, laser tracer.
He's a map with precision flying past like a cold collision.
He's a little We need you.
Heat. Heat.
Fiddle on the dash, salt on my lips, sky wide open, heart doing flips.
Tires hum slow on the single track road.
Stone walls leading where the gor bushes glow. Left side blue that goes on forever. Right side fields in a patchwork sweater. Sheep on the hill stare as we pass. Old white cottage in the rear view glass. You laugh wild in the North Sea. The sun keeps slipping through the clouds like a deer.
Red wine on the coastal road.
You me where the waves explode. Blue ocean, green pastures roll. This little pull off feels like home. Red wine on the coastal road. Slow strip while the daylight glows. Stay park till the stars take home. This little feels like home.
Pulling sharp where the cliff bends round. Boots hit gravel. Here the gulls come down. Wind plays tricks with your old wool scarf. We toast the day. Take a photograph and call it in size like a soft old friend. Sun paints gold where the hedges and you say remember this when we're gray. I feel that promise in the glass we raise.
Red wine on the coastal road.
You me where the waves explode. Blue ocean, green pastures road. This little P feels like home. Red, white on the coastal road. Slow sit while the daylight blows. Stay part till the stars take hold. This little feels like home.
It'll find the tune you hum Lights rise up the past and the pulse is one. Ocean breathing low and deep. We dance by the bonnet. No need for sleep.
Red wine on the coastal road.
You and me where the waves explode. Blue ocean, green pastures roll. This little pulloff feels like home.
Red wine on the coastal road.
Last drop as the night rainbows.
Headlights up. Let the darkness glow.
This little feels like home.
Oh, Hey, it's the edge to me.
that I blank stare.
You're not working, friend.
Just huming cold air.
Your data is clean, but your blood feels thin.
Batteries drain line cheap rum and bad sin. We stare at the empty chart.
Nothing there just a flatline heart as the age still meet to me. Why acquire when the ground moves secretly. We stare at the empty chless page in a blackout bar.
Waiting on a sign, on a spark, on a word from the fire in the earth. We heard fluorescent buzz on the lap or grime.
Coffee in a crack cup over time. Can't blame the wires. Can't blame the rain.
Can't write the line to explain this strain. Is it mercy?
Is it threat?
Is it warning?
We forget.
We stare at the empty chart. Nothing there. Just a flatline heart.
SD tilt me to talk to me. Quiet quiet when the ground moves secretly. We stare at the empty shark. Inkless peg in a blackout bar.
Waiting on a sign on a spark on a word from the fire in the earth we Restless lady barefoot in the deep.
Goddess of the burning turning in her sleep.
Is she holding back the mountain or shopping in her deep?
Is the silence before she said the empty Nothing there. Just a flying heart sire in the dark.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Early same old view from town rolling out at clock hits two at the big white building name bad job but the crowd still spilling everybody creeping from the hospital gate blinker on but we all just wait for runners lift the tacos in a Roof facts higher than monarchy of snow.
Boom bugs blasting out a window for sure. Next stretch long moving real slow. He love to keep too stuck in a line with the same old crew. Sunglasses on like we're so brand new, but we all know we justing on through. Oh, too. Off the town in the same one lane.
Acting so chill in the midday sun. Cool on the outside, inside going insane.
There go the cashiers from the grocery lane. Still in their shirts with the printed name. Laughing in a Civic with the windows low, but the wheels barely turn. We in traffic flow. Zip zip zipping by zippy sign. Gas station muscle be show you on my mind. Uncle in the truck with the chrome so bright. Rev one time just to feel that light.
He looks awful crew. Sunglasses on like we so brand new. But we all know we just inching on through. Oh, he looked a kiwi too. After town in the same one lane, acting so chill in the midday sun. Cool on the outside, inside going insane.
Look left, look right. We are looking around, checking out place from the next small town. Boom box boys trying to make that scene, but the base just bounce in a slow motion stream. Nursing scrubs with a dark shade lens. Sweat on a brows. Still waving at friends. We all pretend this is some big cruise, but we stuck on the same old afternoon news.
stuck in a line with the same old crew on like we so brand new but we all know we just inching on through. Oh he love the key too down in the same one lane acting so chill in the midday sun on the outside inside going insane.
He don't seen no army. Plastic pure true true trooper walking that line like a one man shoe scooper. He wanted his own won his own show shooter not for the sky though for the block for the future. He found him some threads in the road full of tape. Said I can make beats out the scraps and shape. Climbed up the tree treaties in his face. Look down at the yard like this here my launch base. He pulled that line tight hand shook hard loud. Looked at the ground once then he looked at the cloud. I'm free. I'm free.
Say it like a prayer. One wrong little tug and it all go the garbage paratroo the garbage parachuter fly the garbage parachuter troop trooper made it from the scraps one hard pull one cold drop and the whole thing snap >> I'm the garbage parat I'm the garbage parachut I'm the garbage parachuter on the sleeve man on the scene. He stitched up a dream with a busted up scheme. Talk to the wind like you better hold me up. Birds in the branches like he really rolled the luck. He leaned out and started counting to three. 1 2 3.
Then he hollered, "I'm free." Fly, fly away. That's what he meant to say. But the branch said, "Nah, son." And the whole thing played.
>> That snap came quick like a door came loose. The plant went left when the bar gave cruise. No hero arc, no clean parade, just a hard white blink in the back great plate. On the garbage bar the garbage bar fly the garbage barrooer made it from the scraps. One hard pull, one cold drop, then the whole thing snap.
The garbage parachut oh my. He said, "Oh my." Swinging from the branch with the moon too high. Oh my. What a sight to see. One man's pride in the whole tree.
>> I'm the garbage parachuter.
>> I'm the garbage parachuter.
>> Shoot fly. Shoot fly.
I'm the garbage bar from the scraps. One hard pull, one cold drop and the whole thing snap.
>> I'm the garbage parachuter.
>> I'm the garbage parachuter.
Down.
Brake lights bleeding in the red dust.
Late sun leaning on the back glass.
White line shining like a long rusty ch.
Same use, same mood, same lane. Chrome grills heating like a body. Lifted trucks leaning but they can't move. One bike bell dinging through the dead air.
Kid on a cruiser just slides right through my cool drive.
Can't do nothing but roll calling round about so small. Still feel a world away from that bed. Every inch, every inch, every inch. Another lifetime in this star. My cool drive crawl.
My cool drive crawl.
Sirens singing where the dust swirls.
Metal teeth grinding in a slow bed.
Glass rain falling on the asphalt.
Rubber hearts giving the heat when someone shouting by the shoulder.
Camera phones flicker like a bad dream.
The rain goes dreaming in the dead lane.
F250 giants stuck in cold steam. A cool drive call. Can't do nothing but roll on calling. Round about so small. Still feel a world away from that.
Every inch, every inch, every inch.
Another lifetime in this storm. My cool drive.
Mu drive.
Oh. Oh.
See that rider with the sunset pack.
Pedals pass me. Never once looks back. I taste the smoke. I taste the salt. I taste the day. Still one car, one car, one car away.
My cool drive crawl. Can't do nothing but roll. One car left round about so small. Still feel a word away from that bed. Every inch, every inch, every inch.
Another lifetime in this dark. My drive.
My drive.
Oh, I fall over puna sneaking out. I al you know a shortcut. You grin said bro we straight dusting headlights back seat back that cooler clanks phone lost the signal just red dirt and lava banks the more road back >> bumps and whooped in the dark we pray launching our cars here the toolbox rattle too suspension crying but we're still rolling through the mor but we still don't stray. One wrong turn on highway 11. Turning left will only send you straight to heaven. So be careful.
Seat belts locking every dip another whole bra. Oh, coffee on the dashboard. Jump ship three pot holes ago.
We see that junction blinkers flash like this. The third try. My cousin told me stories we should learn.
The more road back way back way.
>> Bumps and whoopsydes in the dark we pray. Launching our cars here in the toolbox battle too. Suspension crying but we still rolling through the mo back way.
Laugh till we cuss but we still don't stray. One wrong turn on high 11.
Turning left will only send you straight to heaven. So be careful.
Oh, so be careful.
Heartbeat sink with the washboard road.
Every drop, every rise, every inside joke. We say we fall, but we drive it all again.
The more road backs and whoopsy do in the dark. We play launching our cars in the toolbox rattle too. Suspension tire, but we still rolling real the more that way.
Laugh till we cuss, but we still don't stray. One wrong turn on Highway 11.
Turning left will only send you straight to heaven. So be careful.
Oh yeah. Be careful.
Oh yeah.
Alex in the doorway.
Bare feet on the cold. What floor? Red plane in his small hands.
Heart already passed the door. He draws a line through darkness from the whole life to the yard.
One breath in a wild throw and it cuts right through the dark.
Fly red plane over my house, over my name, over my doubts.
Every time I let you go, you climb so high.
And you sleep on the roof under all those stars.
Night hums like a secret.
Streets so still it hardly seems real.
Alex counts to 30 just to stretch the way it feels.
He swears the wings glow silver when he leaves his hand and spins like the sky is calling softly like it knows him from within.
Fly over my house over my D.
over my house. Every time I let you go, you climb so high and you see on the roof on the road.
roof under all those stars. How do you find that rooftop? Through the wind and the dark and the rain. Do the constellations guide you? Do they whisper my first name?
He can't reach that high yet, but he'll get there someday. Till then, he just keeps throwing. And the sky just keeps his plane.
Fly over my house, over my fear, over my scars.
Every time you go, you climb so high.
And you sleep on the roof of your own.
Always on the roof under all those stars.
Will you sleep on the roof under all the stars?
On the shoulder of a mountain, tiny needle watching slow every breath the rock is taking.
You're the first one who would know.
You keep tracing every shiver, every lean, each hidden load.
Little watcher in the lava, guarding stories in the stone.
Move till me. Reading every rise, every sway.
When the ground writes secret letters, you're the one who hears them say okay. You're talking meters.
Still you shout across the grave.
When the world pretends it stay, you can feel it drift away.
Night shift under distant starlight.
Red dust on your metal frame.
Clouds roll in. The radios chatter, but your numbers stay the same.
You remember quiet summers.
You remember restless days when the slope began to whisper.
You were first to see a change.
am mother till me reading every rising sway when the ground right secret letter you're the one who hears them say am okay you're talking in their meers still you shout across the grave when the world pretends It's steady.
You can feel it drift away.
Drift away.
Rest on the go.
Yellow lines were passed. Stomach growling like thunder into my cash into my gas.
LAST SIX TIMES TACO TUESDAYS of gravel. Yeah, this is glory.
Taco Tuesday side of the highway. SALT LINE. Let the fire begin. I stay fighting through my burn my tongue. Raise the DIE RIGHT WHERE I STAND.
All that is the GRIDDLE HEAD ON SHARPEST steel at the black top. I SMELL THE TRUTH. I SMELL THE RRO ONION CONFETTI WHILE RAP MIRACLE SNAPPED IN A ROW. TWO CROUP DOLLARS in my fist FOR A TASTE THAT DRAGS ME FROM BELOW.
Taco Tuesday side of the highway. All I'm saying, let the fire BEGIN to stay into the bra.
Burn my tongue. Raise the skin. I CAN DIE RIGHT WHERE I STAND.
On the Glenwood exits where the semi scream and sway. I found a shrine in a paper plate. Let's play my dead ex running like blood. I raise that taco to the sky where I'm baptized in the Tuesday side of the highway.
Let the fire begin.
I go to stay to the bra at the stand by Tuesday and holy day right where I stand.
Red glow, cold screen, midnight, big dream.
Hey, USGS V3. Can we watch you all night?
Pixel lash drifting sideways through the wind and the white.
We're hunting spatters of lava through the clouds and the rain.
Where are those men hiding?
Are they sleeping again?
You are everywhere. We want you till we see the light falling from the sky. Please go around the way.
Stay with me. Stay with me till the break of day.
Heat.
Heat.
Friends, skipp tiny orange.
Zooming storms, nothing looks the same.
Radios in the dark of my mind.
Every shadow, every mark. What are you trying to hide?
Can we watch you all night on the cradle till we see that light falling from the sky? Please don't melt away.
Stay with me. Stay with me till the break of day.
Where are you now? On the rock, on the rain.
Are you holding your breath? Are you boring the chain?
If you rise, if you run, I'll be here when you wake.
Little in the storm. You're the ground of the queen.
You us on the crater till we see that light.
Terror falling from the sky. Please don't melt away.
Stay with me. Stay with me till the break of day.
Dust on the dashboard.
Coffee in a paper cup.
Bootill on the floorboard.
Screen starting to light up.
The little town's quiet and just the cy and the globe clicking on the camera watching what it's going to show.
USGSV1 cam flicker on a midnight farm.
Faded plant on bare feet.
Phone glow in my arms.
We can't sleep. We just stare at that restless hazy dome.
Every frame another prayer for the place we call our home. We can't see it through the smokiness, but we're here. We're still here, you know. We're waiting on the north end for blow like a heartbeat on the stone. I remember those days where they used to zoom in during the trade winds late at night.
Every pixel felt like we were standing right there in the orange line.
Oh, is scrolling through the still shots.
Chat bar running like a creek.
Usernames I'll never meet. Checking in day after week.
USGSV1 cam. our little window in the dark when the ash fell soft to sand. We were watching for a spark. We can't see it through the smokiness, but we're here. We're still here, you know. We're waiting on the north to blow like a secret we all know. I remember those days where they used to zoom in during the trade winds late at night.
Every frame of story that we lived in standing in that ghostly light.
Yeah.
Ghostly life.
Did you feel us on the other side?
Holding on. Holding tight. Holding tight.
Everyone like a little friend. Come back to life. Come back tonight.
USGS V1 can. You and me against the sky.
If you never show the fire again, you still burn. You still burned in our minds.
We can't see it through the smokiness, but we're here. We're still here. You know we're waiting on the north wind to blow like a promise in the stone. I remember those days where they used to zoom in during the train winds late at night. Now it's pretty but I'm still tuned in. Searching for that fing light.
Oh, that light.
Static sky pixel rain click to watch it again.
I am miles from the mountain, but I wait for the moving frame. Little scream in the dark room is the only way I say your name. Sometimes all I get is gray air.
Just a cloud where the fire should be.
Still I stare at the empty like it's staring back at me. Every refresh, a tiny pre is there a glow out there. Out there the USDA feed your camera. Take me where my body can't go. Through the white out, through the weather. Let the hidden river show.
Far away from the lava. I can feel the breathing.
See the glow in the north. Only this way. Only this way.
This way. I land.
Sometimes it's just broken silence, frozen frame from another night.
Sometimes mountains through the curtains throwing sparks into the overcast light.
I hold my breath for the bright part, for the flicker breaking through. When the valley turns centers and the dark turns red with you, every refresh, a tiny pray.
Is there a glow out there? out there.
US camera. Take me where my body can go.
Through the wide out, through the weather. Let the hidden river show. Far away from the lava. I can feel the breathing.
See the glow in the north. Only this way.
Sometimes to live and there's nothing there. No fire, no fountain, just cold blank air and out of static aair.
Little ghost of the crater saying I'm still here. I'm still here.
You see this camera? Take me where my body can go. To the way out to the weather.
Let it show. Far away from the love of I can feel the breathing.
See the glow in another.
Only this way. Only this.
Only this way. Only this way.
Uh yeah.
Lace up. Parking lot gravel. Backpack camera. Sun on my back. Sign says stay on trail. Yeah, I read that. Over your trees. Black rock. Old flows from an ancient day.
Steam rising off the crater like the ground still wants to say. Tourist and rented rain coats. Phone screens flip flop feet. God talking history slow. I'm walking on the heartbeat beat.
Devastation trail through the overlook.
Trying to see the fire in the sky. Take a good look. But if you hop that fence for a closer pick that ranger on the ridge going to write that ticky quick devastation trail the earth's home. Go in the distance. Hit a crowd go here come. You break one rule for that lava flick. Next thing you know, got your name on a government slip.
>> We get close. Air turn metal. Sulfur in my lungs like a warning bell. Kids ask how far is it? Mama say almost. Can't you tell? Ro line where the little post.
Fresh paint on a danger sign. Someone laughs. Man, that's for tourist. Steps over like it's fine.
He want that shot for the gram. Sneaks past where the rock gets thin.
Heat wave hitting his lens, but he can't see the ranger grin. Devastation trails to the overlook. Trying to see that fire in the sky. Take a good look. But if you hop that fence for a closer pick, that ranger on a ridge going to write that ticket quick. Devastation trail. Feel the earth blow in the distance. Hear the crowd go here come. You break one rule for that lava flick. Next thing you know, got your name on a government slit. Ranger hat low. Boots in the cinder radio crackle name and a number s step back that cliff side crumble this whole place live show some respect stay humble fountain shoot high crowd go silent red river dance in the dark so violent you don't need to cross that line to feel it hit trust me if you feel better than a $100 ticket to the overlook trying to see that fire in the sky take a good look but if you hop that fence for a closer pick that ranger on the ridge going to Like that ticket quick. Devastation trail. Let the ground speak. Old flows rumble underneath your feet. Stay in bound.
Still get that flicker. Spend your life a night arguing over one hot ticket.
I pulled off late with a cracked out grin. Dust on the hood and a fire in the skin. Like Glenwood, there's a flicker in the dark. Stect on the side of the highways. Grease on the paper, salt on my hands. ONE BITE HIT HARD LIKE a steel jaw bri the night got loud. I hit the moon in a paperback crowd. Hear that sizzle.
That's my war cry. One more round then I'M BACK TO THE SKY.
TACO TUESDAY.
Taco Tuesday so good.
Taco Tuesday was calling Tuesday.
Old man met IN THE GRILL WITH A SCAR UPSTAIRS ON THE shoulder of the road like he don't care. Onion, cilantro, lime in a line. Every little package CAME WITH A WARNING SIGN. I CAME FOR FUEL AND I FOUND A FEAST. Three hard shells go like a beast. The truckers all night AND THE SKY RAN BLACK. One more taco and I never look back. Hear that sizzle? That's my war cry. One more round AND I'M BACK TO THE SKY.
TACO TUESDAY.
Taco Tuesday burn so good.
I know to say Glenn was calling.
Glenn was calling to PLAY TUESDAY.
If the world wants blood, I'll take my spice. If the ROAD WANTS HELL, I'LL PAY that price. Glenwood in my teeth and the mouth in my chest. I came hungry, BABY.
AND THE EASTBOUND BLESS.
Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
Burn so good.
Taco Tuesday.
Glenwood's calling.
Glenwood's calling to the taco Tuesday.
Smoke in the sky, not from the kitchen.
Lava down low.
Still we chilling.
Rusty blue vine painted over grind.
Ash on the roof, but the lines still win.
Time for drunk volcano.
Serving love on grime.
Hot plate. Hot plate. But the vibe so kind.
We on top of volcano.
Spice burn hot shine.
Fire in the mountain.
Cool in the mind.
Hey in the back.
Flip shell humong juice mark sweating.
Why the dare run long?
Tourist all stare.
Locals just laugh.
Eat fast my friend.
The earth might splash.
Taco truck volcano.
Serving love on grinds.
Hot plate, hot plate. But the vibe so kind.
We are taco truck volcano.
Spice burn hot shine.
Fire in the mountain.
Cool in the mind.
Oh yeah. If the world tip over, let it tip right here. Sauce on my fingers, smoke in my hair.
One more place before we go.
If we must burn, let it be slow.
Taco truck volcano.
Serving love on grind.
Hot plate. Hot plate. But the vibe so kind.
We on taco truck volcano.
Spice bird hot shine.
Fire in the mountain, cool in the mind.
>> Woo!
Oh la on a big island we in a race taco Tuesday on a kitchen plate pull pork I need it now my tomatoes I'm running out cilantro lettuce I see them too got to grab them fast no time to lose throw it in the wagon make one Run. Head to the check out before they're done. Lines stay long, but I stay sharp. Push through quick. Make my mark. Flour and shortening. Rolling fast. Tortillas like lightning. Coming past. Taco. Taco Tuesday for the win. Grabing fast. Let the feast begin. Taco. Taco Tuesday.
Hear me say before they gone. I'm on my way.
Black beans, olive, Spanish fries. Make it loud, make it nice. Time for Tuesday for the win. Grab it fast. Let the feast begin. Jalapenño or two for Uncle Straight. He like one fire on his plate.
But auntie said no on the spice. She said one mile, one is nice. Everybody goddamn all right taste. I'm just trying low. Let time waste big island sun and the car roll by. I'm already thinking of the first bite. Cash your line low, but I don't mind. Got my list and I'm on time. Floor and shortening rolling fast.
Tortillas like lightning coming past.
Taco taco Tuesday for the win. Grabing fast. Let the beast begin. Taco taco Tuesday. Hear me say before they gone I'm on my way.
Black beans olives Spanish rice. Make it loud. Make it nice for Tuesday for the win. Grab it fast. Let the feast begin.
Auntie cool uncle grain. One tray out and I'm back again.
Roma tomato cilantro two lettuce pork and a hurry through. TACO TACO TUESDAY FOR THE WIN. Grab it fast. Let the feast begin. Taco taco Tuesday. Hear me say before they gone. I'm on my way.
Black beans on Spanish rice. Make it loud. Make it nice. A Tuesday for the win. Grab it fast. Let the fish begin laoo.
Go get it.
Taco Tuesday. Pull up clean. Paper plate glow. Backyard scene. Heat in the pen.
Fire in the air. You know the line. We already there. Stack it high. Make it right. Punching the first bite. Kill the light. Hands in the air for that sway.
We came to eat and dance all day. We about to taco it. No doubt about it.
It shake it. We about to do taco body.
Taco taco taco on the beans. Taco dreams. Taco taco dreams. More beans. More cheese. Got to get that.
Go get it. Cilantro on top. Lime in the cut. Hot peppers burn and wake you up.
Fold that shell. Hold that bite.
Everything loud on a Tuesday night.
Neighbor at the door. Say what that smell. We said come through. You know it sells. Sauce in the plate. Run on your face. It's a little more heat in the whole blade. We about to talk about it.
No doubt about it. Sa on it. One more shake now on it. We about to talk about it. Taco taco on it. On the green. Taco. Taco. Taco.
More cheese. Got to get that e cilantro. Lime. Hot peppers. Let's go.
Cilantro, lime, hot peppers. Let's Let's go. We drop slow, then it comes back bright. One more round, one more bite.
Cilantro, lime, hot peppers, let's go.
Taco taco taco taco taco on it. Slap on the beans. Taco taco dream. More cheese. Get that ei go go go go go go.
Out in the green vine maze, I found your fire made plate wrapped up tight in a cornhole.
Southside dripping on my face.
Onion, cilantro, lime, tender meat every time. Beans, avocado, cheese. Baby, bring me knees to the floor. Cuisine.
No, the smoke goes high right by the lava line. One bite and I rise. One bite and I rise.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
All this on the volcano.
So delicious. I can't let go. Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Hot sauce, lime, and corn shells. So delicious. Can you tell your blow crunch when the night winds blow pastor? Give me one then give me four.
Walk in a green little way. I ain't brave. I behave. Sour cream h up in your fire. Everybody takes me higher. Oh, the smoke goes high right by the lava line.
One bite and I rise. ONE BITE AND I RISE.
TACOS ARE the best in the jungle.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
All the sight of a volcano.
So delicious I can't let go. Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Hot sauce, lime, and corn.
Delicious. Can you tell?
Hold up the plate. Feel that cheer.
Every hungry heart is here. Sweet corn shell, spicy blood. Love a first bite in the mud.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
All the side of a volcano.
So delicious. I can't let it go. Tacos are the best in the jungle.
Tacos are the best in the jungle.
So delicious. I'm coming for you.
on an island in the middle of the ocean.
Salt on my skin and fire in motion.
Either way I glow way down by the shore.
You look at me smile. I want one more.
Shake it all. Shake it right. Hold that smile tonight. I got the heat. You got the light. Let's dance. Come a little closer. Let's dance. Let it take us over.
>> Sa taco. Sa taco. Let's dance. Let's dance on my taco. Let's do the cilantro.
Let's go.
Spin me around. Sa taco.
Palm leaves clapping, feet in the sand, your hands on my way. We got no plan.
Smoke from the island. Drifting sky high. You laugh like summer passing me by. Shake it low. Shake it right. Hold that smile tonight. I got the heat, you got the light.
Let's dance. Come a little closer.
Let's dance till the night goes over.
>> SALSA ON MY TACO. SA ON MY TACOS. Let's dance. Let's dance. Sa on my taco. Let's do the cilantro. Let's go steal.
Spin me around. SA TACO >> ON A WARM black shore. We don't need a map. Just a sweet little step and my heart snap crack. Kill our calls. But we stay right here. One more round for the road. One more CHA ON MY TACOS. SA ON MY TACOS. Let's dance. Let's dance on my taco. Let's do the feeling.
Spin me around.
My taco my taco. Let's t The lot is called tonight.
No steam in the air.
I check the clock twice, but you ain't there.
We like We want that line.
We want that sign.
We want to shine.
Is it in volcano?
I'm turning slow at every gate by the transfer station where the engines sleep.
Tell me what corner are you hiding deep? Where the tongle talk at?
>> Where it at?
>> Where the tongle talk at?
>> Where at?
>> We want more. We want more.
Where the taco truck at?
>> WHERE IT AT?
>> Where the taco truck at?
>> Where it at?
>> Bring my sauce. Bring my score.
Wow.
Forest eating rock. I roll through dust.
I check the block. Did it go to Kuristan? Hilo key estates I'm looking for you. Every empty space got me low, got me cold. Every dark road tells a story onto she parked at Hawaiian beaches with my favorite salsa. I follow the scent like I follow the thunder. One more turn, one more round. If I miss that truck, I miss that sound. Down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
>> Where the taco truck at? Where it at?
>> Where the taco truck at?
>> Where it at?
>> We want more. We want more.
Where the taco truck?
>> Where the taco truck?
>> Bring my sauce. I'll bring my score.
Roll back to the black top.
Roll back through the rain.
>> If you hear that horn, call out my name.
>> From the transfer station >> to the ocean side.
>> I'm out here searching with a hungry pride.
>> Where the taco truck at?
>> Where it at?
>> Where the taco truck at?
>> Where it at?
We want more. We want more.
Where the taco truck at? Where at? Where the taco truck at? Where at?
>> Bring my salsa. Bring my score.
HEY, HEY, Hey hey hey rose up sleeps floor on her wrist on THE BURN PUTTING SALSA twist she chops up onions limes in a row beans in the pot and the whole Room glows. Feel that heel tap. Feel that shake. Tear got the table. Set for a feast tonight.
TA TACO NIGHT.
Taco Tuesday.
>> Taco night.
>> Pass that plate my way.
Taco night. Everybody say WE CAN'T DELAY IT. She flip those tortillas one by one. Skillet sings hot when the work is done. Corn in the bowl.
Beef in the pan. Little hot sauce smile and a stamp of her hand. Hear that heel tap, feel that shake. T up the table.
Set for A FEAST TONIGHT.
TACO NIGHT.
Taco Tuesday.
Taco night.
Pass that plate my way.
Taco night. Everybody say night.
WE CAN'T DELAY IT.
OH, LET THE CROWD COME NEAR.
Bring the whole house here.
With the quick bright grin starts the party up again.
TACO Tuesday taco night.
Pass that plate my way taco night. Everybody say taco night.
We can't delay it.
W oh yeah.
Tyra Rose in the door with a box and a grin.
She's making Tuesday magic. From the first rap to the tin, paper in the bin now spice on her skin.
From the corner shop night to the stove at home, she got that little rhythm.
in the way she moves the board. And she says, "Home tacos, Tara. Homemade tacos, Tara.
Taco Tuesday in her hands."
Homemade tacos. Tara wrapped up past from man downtown.
Down in the factory line, he package fold with care.
Black gloves on the weekend and flowers in the air.
He never knew her table would be dancing there.
Now the shells get warm and the sauce shine. She turns a plain old dinner into a one love time and she says homemade tacos tmade tacos. Tara taco Tuesday in her hands.
Homemade tacos. Tara wrapped up passed around from man downtown.
Oh, what a small world.
What a sweet surprise.
One man's rap in the midday becomes a family size. One love in the paper.
One love in the spice. Homemade tacos.
Tara. Homemade tacos. Tara. Taco Tuesday in our hands.
Homemade tacos. Tara wrapped up passed around from a man downtown.
Heat.
Heat.
Hey, hey, hey.
The f greens in the back.
Tear ties up her head.
Black beans on the counter and a blade in the air.
SHE LAUGHS LIKE a warning when the onions hit hard.
Soft on the knuckles.
Moon in the yard.
Hear that skillet cry.
Hear that little prayer.
Terra looks me dead in the eye, says, "Baby, you ain't scared."
>> Taco Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
Taco Tuesday night terror.
>> Make them tacos.
Sauce on the blade. And the whole room sways. Tacos.
Lo night terror make them tacos.
She folds up the shells like secrets in lakes. Lime on the board and smoke on the face. No saints in the window. No mercy in sight. Just her and the skillet in the hunger tonight. Hear that skillet cry.
Hear that little prayer.
Terror looks me dead in the eye, SAYS, "BABY, YOU AIN'T SCARED."
Taco Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
Taco Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
Sauce on the blade and the whole room sways. Tacos.
Tuesday night terror make them tac close.
When the brass go low and the candles bow, she blesses the plague. Then she serves me now. One for the ghost, one for the road, one for the man WHO CAN CARRY THE LOAD.
Taco Tuesday night terror.
>> Make them tacos.
>> TACO TUESDAY NIGHT TERROR.
>> MAKE THEM TACOS.
Sauce on the blade and the horroom swings.
>> Taco.
Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
Taco Tuesday night terror.
Taco Tuesday night terror.
Making tacos.
Hey.
Tow comes down the alley with a tray and a grin.
Lime on her fingers and smoke on her skin.
She rolls that muscle like a secret in the night.
Salt on her apron. I flash silver bright. Hear that heel step on the tile floor.
One, two, one, two. Then she wants more.
to >> She calls you over.
Burning your soul. ONE BITE, ONE VOW, you lose control to >> the night gets louder.
>> Sharp and slow. Hot little crown from head to toe.
Corn on the griddle turns gold in the pan. A red child dripping like a mark on her hand. She knows your hunger before you speak.
Picks your poison and makes you weak.
Hear that heel step on the tile floor.
One, two, one, two. Then she wants more.
>> She calls you over.
>> Burning your soul. One bite, ONE VOW, you lose control to >> the night gets louder.
Sharp and slow. Hot little crown from head to toe.
She keeps a black book with names in red.
Three little peppers and a whisper thread. If you ask for mercy, she just smiles.
Totter makes trouble and serves it piled high.
Taco to TACO taco to she calls you over burning your soul. ONE BITE, ONE VOW, YOU LOSE control to the night gets louder.
>> Sharp and slow. Hot little crown from head to toe.
Terra is a true taco girl.
TADA WALKS IN SMILING, big boots, little plan. She says, "Bring me the basket." I know just what I am. She wants them hot and simple. Hold it in a row. Salsa on her fingers. Watch that taco glow. Want to hear us say Tara's got a taste and she's on her way.
>> TARA IS A TWO TACO GIRL.
Tara is a two taco girl.
Give her two and let her work.
Terra is a two taco girl. Lol.
Terra is a two taco girl. She takes one bite then laughs. Says that one needs a friend. Adds a squeeze of lime then starts again. No tiny snack can fool her. No half love will do. She knows the golden answer is two by two by two. One, two. Hear her sing two tacos first.
That's her happy thing.
>> TERRA IS A TWO TACO GIRL.
Terra is a two taco girl.
Give her two and let her whirl.
Terra is a two taco girl. Lol.
>> Terra is a two taco girl. Pass the plate. PASS THE PLATE. SHE'S ALREADY DECIDED. TWO TACOS IN HER HANDS AND THE whole room gets excited.
>> Terra is a two taco girl.
Terra is a two taco girl.
Give her two and let her work.
Terra is a two taco girl. Lol.
>> Terra is a two taco girl.
Hey hey hey Mar in the kitchen green sauce on the plate she wings at the window says boy don't be late for that corn tortilla loading nice and tight I came for a feast baby now I'm here all night >> jama here we Hear that laughter rise. One more bite and I'm in love. Right between those eyes.
Jama taco girl. Jamajama.
Shake and twirl. Jama.
>> Nacho cheese on your shirt. Tacos in the air. Wham. Bam. Love a man. Everybody shake.
Chaloopers on the table. Crunchy tostadas too. Grease on the paper plate.
But I still want to sal on my fingers.
Powder on my jeans. You bring the heat, baby. I bring the hungry ging. But I'm a jama. One more round. Let the whole room sing when the shells go crunch at once.
That's my kind of thing.
Jama taco girl >> jama shake and twerk.
>> Nacho cheese on your shirt. Tacos in the air.
>> WHAM BAM. LOVE A MAN. Everybody shoo pass the line.
Ooh. Pass the heat.
Baby, when you grin like that, I can't stay in my seat.
>> Taco girl. Grandma Jama shake and twirl.
>> Jama nacho cheese on your shirt. TACOS IN THE AIR. WHAM BAM. LOVE A MAN.
Everybody shave.
Yeah, hey, at the taco truck night.
The moon is on the shine.
Wookie wants the beef.
He points and shakes his cheeks.
Yoda leans in low park.
I want you know.
Java taps his tray. Give me seconds right away.
Hun walks up grinning white. Bring salsa by my side.
Vader takes a glance and chill at a SPECIAL NOW. STAR WARS AND TACOS.
Star Wars and tacos.
Pass me one more round.
Turn that whole night.
>> Star Wars and tacos. STAR WARS AND TACOS.
>> Star Wars and tacos. Hey, we don't leave the line till the whole moon's mine.
Walker wants the truck. Says he's out of luck. Need that taco fix right before the flick.
>> Obi-Wan is calm, asking for the one ton.
Let it be so friend. Then he eats again.
Hun walks up grinning wide. Green salsa by my side.
Vader takes a glance. ENCHILADA SPECIAL NOW. STAR WARS AND TACOS. STAR WARS AND TACOS.
>> STAR WARS AND TACOS.
Pass me one more round.
Turn that whole night.
>> Star Wars and tacos. Star Wars and tacos.
>> Star Wars and tacos. Woo! We don't leave the line till the whole moon's mine.
Under the paper stars, we're trading jokes and jars.
One bite then another.
Brother to brother.
Trumpets call the crowd.
Boots hit hard and proud.
Every plate gets gone till the dawn comes on.
STAR WARS AND TACOS.
>> STAR WARS and tacos.
>> Star Wars and tacos.
>> Pass me one more round.
Turn that whole night.
>> STAR WARS AND TACOS. STAR Wars and tacos.
>> Star Wars and tacos. Hey, hey, >> we don't leave the line till THE WHOLE moon's mine.
Hey, hey, hey.
Woo! Oh, I'm taking two tacos in, I made my bed, now my stomach talking way too loud instead. Sa on my shirt, fire in my throat. I was feeling brave, now near the choke. Every step I take feels like a bad bag. Got one hand on my belt and one no regret. I heard the warning. Too late, too late.
Now the whole block knows I cannot wait.
Need a clean exit. Need a miracle. My guts went rog it's personal. I'm taking a taco. Taking a taco.
>> I'm taking a taco. Taking a taco. Back to the ocean where the can hold it. I'm taking a taco.
I'm taking a taco.
I'm taking a taco.
Hey, hey, hey. That sauce hit like a friendly light. Little red spark turned into goodbye. Now every thought is a porcelain bell. Got my eyes on the sign like it reads it well. I tried to play cool. I tried to act fine, but my whole body said this ain't my time. If you see me run, don't ask me why. I got urgent business under that sky. I heard the one is too late. Too late. Now the whole block knows I cannot wait. Need a Kleenex and need a miracle. My guts went rogue and it's personal. I'm taking a taco. I'm taking a taco.
>> I'm taking a taco. I'm taking a taco.
>> Back to the ocean where the waves can hold it. I'm taking a taco.
I'm taking a taco.
Dark comes in. Take it away. Salt on the air. Don't make me stay. I learned my lesson soft and slow. Next time I'll skip it. Now you know.
I'M TAKING A TACO.
>> Taking a taco.
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Knife on the board. Slow limes lined up like those skirt steak in the pan. Now onions take the heat first in my left hand. You know I do it right. One shall stay steady. So come closer. Hold it like a promise. Let it hold us.
Take me there. I go to that make me care by so hard we fall apart hold me tight night by night. Love tastes better when you make it right.
Char on the edge, baby. Creamer in the clean line. Pickles and shining. Hot sauce in the middle. You laugh when I'm shaking. Salt on my fingertips. I pass you the last one. You steal it with a grin. One shall stay steady. Ser take me there.
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That's the way we enter. If the week gets heavy, we can cut it down small.
One good meal, one good body, one good night for us all.
Taco Tuesday. Take me there. Taco Tuesday.
>> Make me care.
So hard. We fall aart.
Hold me tight. Taco Tuesday. Night.
Love tastes better when you make it right.
>> Take me there.
Make me care.
Stay a while.
I can live on that smile.
Watching the tide rolling, heating up that pan. First, we going to roll out that dough in my hand. Chop up the cilantro.
Red onion, too.
Next thing we're doing, the lime comes through.
Then comes the spice coming in the salt and pepper there.
Feel it in my soul.
Taco under the coconut tree.
Taco under the coconut tree. Fun under the sun with you and me.
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Under the coconut tree.
Ooh.
Hey. Under the coconut tree. Ooh. Ooh.
Cut up the tomato again. Small slice.
One, two, three.
Maybe more for me. Keep it juicy. Let it be.
Open the server.
Add a bit of lime.
Laughing in the shed. Good food, good time.
Then comes the spice.
Cumin in the bowl.
Salt and pepper there.
Feel it in my soul.
Hey, taco under the coconut tree. Taco under the coconut tree. Under the coconut tree. Fun under the sun with you and me. Taco.
Taco. Under the coconut tree.
Woo!
Sea breeze on our skin. Hands a little messy.
Past that play around. Make the whole day tasty.
Taco under the coconut tree. Taco under the coconut tree. Under the coconut tree. Fun under the sun with you and me.
Taco under the coconut tree.
A CLOCK OUT. I'M GONE HARD. WE CALL BONES. You texted just one thing.
Taco night at home.
Fold the table CHIP PLATE. HOT SAUCE ON MY SLEEVE. SAUCE on my thumb.
Best part of my week.
HEAR THAT PAPER CRACK.
HEAR THAT PEN HIT BACK. I'M ALREADY out the door. I'm already SET FOR WAR. TACO TUESDAY RIOT. TACO TUESDAY RIOT. HOT SHELLS, loud mouths. WE DON'T KEEP IT QUIET. TACO Tuesday riot. Taco Tuesday riot. Lime on my hands. And I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.
On the floor, ice in the cup. Your brother stole my last one.
Now I'm all fired up.
Silent throw in your hair. Laughing through the mess. stain on my jeans laughing through the bed. But this is happiness.
Hear that paper crack. Hear that pan hit back. I'm already out the door. I'm already set for war. Taco Tuesday riot.
Taco Tuesday riot. Hot shells. Loud mouths. We don't KEEP IT QUIET. TACO TUESDAY RIOT. TACO Tuesday riot. Oh.
Time on my hands and I like it like that.
HALFTIME HEARTBEAT RUST ON THE GRILL.
ONE MORE SQUEEZE OF LIME. ONE MORE HARD REFILL. Tiny little kingdom on folded gold. YOU BUY A BITE BACK IN THE WHOLE ROOM. TACO TUESDAY RIOT. WOO! TACO TUESDAY RIOT. HOT SHELLS. Loud mouths.
We don't keep IT QUIET. TACO Tuesday riot. Taco Tuesday on my hands and I like it like that.
Tuesday burn it down right Tuesday night.
Yeah.
TUESDAY. ROSEN HARD.
MY STOMACH STOPS THE WAR.
I HIT THE taria and kick the door.
Salsa on my knuckles, steam on my face.
Car eaters in the foil. I know my place.
Two for me than three then maybe ONE MORE CRIS SHELL SOFT SHELL. I WANT THE WHOLE STORE. Hear that sizzle rise. See the lime flash green. I came in hungry.
NOW I CAME IN. TACOS ON TUESDAY.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Bring them to the front.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Tacos on Tuesday.
TACOS ON TUESDAY.
I fight I fight again.
TACOS ON TUESDAY.
Barbco dripping down the paper tray.
Onion, cilantro, I don't walk away. Hot sauce. I'll be salt on my wrist. One more folded TREASURE. I CAN'T RESIST. I WANT THAT QUARTER CHAR. THAT little tortilla tear.
Crunch like thunder. Right there.
Right there.
Hear that sizzle rise. See that lime flash green? I came in hungry, NOW I CAME IN MEAN. Tacos on Tuesday. Oh, tacos on Tuesday.
Bring them to the front.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Tacos on Tuesday.
I bite. I bite again.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Hold the line. Let it pile. Extra napkins worth the trial. Back to the grill. Back to the flame. Say my order.
Say my name.
Heat. Heat.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Tackles on Tuesday.
Bring them to the front.
Tackles on Tuesday.
Tackles on Tuesday. Uh-oh. TACKLES ON TUESDAY. UH-OH. I FIGHT. I FIGHT AGAIN.
TACKLES ON TUESDAY.
Tackles on Tuesday.
TACKLES ON TUESDAY.
ONE MORE FOR the road.
Tacos on Tuesday.
Hey, Rainalks on the leaves. Smoke rising slow.
I bought the fire.
You bring the glow.
I cut the line with the carved up blade.
Corn on the stone in the shed. I made banana leaf plate steady in my hand.
Salsa on my thumb hot like the sand.
Hear that drum call. Feel the ground shake.
Stir the pot slow till the night breaks.
Tacos in the jungle. Tacos in the jungle. Pass that shell. Yeah. Pass that shell. Yeah.
Tacos in the jungle. Tacos in the jungle. One bite now.
We survive out here.
Grill marks kiss on the folded meat. Put pepper in the smoke. Make it taste complete. I wash it down with a little sweet tea. You laugh so loud the vines all agree. Hear that drum call. Feel the ground. Shake shake. Stir the pot slow till the night breaks.
Tacos in the jungle. Tacos in the jungle. Pass that shell. Yeah. Pass that shell. Yeah.
Tacos in the jungle. Tacos in the jungle. One bite now. We survive out here.
On the river, fire on your face.
Grease on my fingers.
We found our place. Called a whole tribe.
Let them come close.
Good food travels WHERE THE WILD WIND BLOWS. Tacos in the jungle. Tacos in the jungle. Pass that shell. Yeah. Pass that shell. Yeah. Hey. Tacos in the jungle.
Tacos in the jungle. One bite now. We survive out here.
Tacos in the jungle.
Tacos in the jungle.
Banana leaf fire.
Let's meet right here. Here. Here. Here.
We came in wet boots through the fern green maze.
Big island mist on our shoulders and salt on our face. I set the pan down on a flat black stone.
You laughed at the lava like it was home.
Oh, the leaves were shaking.
Oh, the sky was low.
One bag of tortillas and a fire glow.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Fern forest flame.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Call my name.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> We make them wild and fine.
Tacos in the jungle >> under Hawaii and pine.
Mango in the salsa.
Chili on the knife.
Corn turns gold in the skillet like a second life. The trees watching.
>> Trees watching.
>> The steam rise slow. If you turn to the moonlight, say you let it go.
Oh, the palms were swaying.
Oh, the night was near.
>> One more squeeze of lime and we both drew near.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Burn forest flame.
>> Tacos in the jungle. Call my name.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> We make them wild and fine.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Under Hawaiian Pine.
Let the rain come down.
>> Let the rain come down.
>> Let the red sing.
>> Let the rain sing.
>> I found a little heaven in a folding ring. YOUR VOICE CLIMBED HIGH.
>> Voice climb high.
>> Like a silver bird.
>> Like a silver bird.
>> And I swore that hunger was the sweetest word.
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>> Fern forest flame.
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>> Tacos in the jungle.
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Pass the light.
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I brought the corn and lime. You brought the little knife. Black sand on my shoes. Red glow on the side. The stone keeps breathing out like a secret prayer. I fold the shell with care.
Baby, meet me there. Yeah, baby, hold the plate. Let the fire kiss the day.
Chili, salt, and smokey gold.
We make it slow. Tacos by Tacos by hot ash, sweet heat, we eat, we eat.
Tacos by tacos by kill. Moon on the lava and you next to me. Yeah, baby. Fresh cilantro in my hand. Pineapple in the bowl. A desert in my heart, a sea breeze on my soul. I hear the island drum under every falling grain. You laugh when the salsa runs down your thumb again. Yeah, baby.
Hold the plate. Let the fire kiss the day. Chili salt and smokey gold.
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If the ground turns gold, we stay in the glow.
If the sky gets loud, we let the heat roll. Bring me one more line.
Bring me one more smile on this black glass show.
I could stay a while.
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Fern forest tacos. How do I poke so smokey?
Fern forest tacos. Fern forest tacos.
Tuesday so char on the shell hot breeze clean heat salsa in the jar waiting to meet silent chop fine lime in the gut that smokey sweetness won't let up I fully careful don't waste one One deep breath in and the whole thing's right. Oh, let it go slow. Let it pull aart. Oh, let it sit there deep in the dark.
Fern forest tacos.
Fern forest tacos. Do I poke so smokey?
Fern forest tacos. from forest tacos.
Tuesday so holy in my moon all night in the pan. Every little grain feels kissed by Furn for his tacos. Furn for his tacos.
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Fern for his tacos. Fern for his tacos.
Fern forest tacos.
Tuesday taste so holy.
HEY, HEY, HEY.
T roll up sleeves floor on her wrist on THE BURNER. PUTTING SALSA TWIST. She chops up onions, limes in a row. Beans in the pot and the whole room glows.
Hear that heel tap, feel that shake.
Terra got the table set for a feast tonight.
Taco night.
>> Taco Tuesday.
>> Taco night.
>> Pass that plate my way.
Taco night.
>> Everybody say night.
WE CAN'T DELAY IT. She flip those tortillas one by one. Skill sings hot when the work is done. Corn in the bowl, beef in the pan, little hot sauce smile and a stamp of her hand. Hear that heel tap, feel that shake. T up the table.
Set for a feast tonight.
Taco night.
Taco Tuesday.
Taco night.
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Taco night. Everybody say night.
WE CAN'T delay it.
OH, LET THE CROWD COME NEAR.
BRING THE WHOLE HOUSE HERE.
With a quick bright grin starts the party up again.
TACO NIGHT TACO Tuesday night.
Pass that plate my way.
Toss taco night. Everybody say taco night.
We can't delay it.
Heat.
Heat.
Hey, hey, hey.
The fryer's greens in the back.
Tear ties up her head.
Black beans on the counter and a blade in the air.
SHE LAUGHS LIKE a warning when the onions hit hard.
Soft on the knuckles.
Moon in the yard.
Hear that skillet cry.
Hear that little prayer.
Terror looks me dead in the eyes, says, "Baby, you ain't scared."
>> Taco Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
>> Taco Tuesday night terror.
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Sauce on the blade and the whole room sways. Tacos.
Too late night terror. Make them tacos.
She folds up the shells like secrets in lakes. Lime on the board and smoke on her face. No saints in the window. No mercy in sight. Just her and the skillet in the hunger tonight. Hear that skillet cry.
Hear that little prayer.
Terror looks me dead in the eyes, SAYS, "BABY, YOU AIN'T SCARED."
Taco Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
Taco Tuesday night terror. Make them tacos.
Sauce on the blade and the whole room sways. Tacos Tuesday night terror make them tacos.
When the brass go low and the candles bow, she blesses the plate. Then she serves me now. One for the ghost, one for the road, one for the man WHO CAN CARRY THE LOAD.
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TACO TUESDAY NIGHT TERROR.
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Fern forest tacos. Why do I poke so smokey?
Fern forest tacos. Fern forest tacos.
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Fern forest tacos.
Fern forest tacos. Do I poke so smokey?
Fern forest tacos. Burn forest tacos.
Tuesday taste so my moon all night in the pan. Every little grave feels kissed by Burn forest tacos. Burn forest tacos.
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Furn for his tacos. Fern forest tacos.
Fern Forest tacos.
Tuesday taste so holy.
M I brought the corn and lime. You brought the little knife. Black sand on my shoes. Red glow on the side. The stone keeps breathing out like a secret prayer. I fold the shell with care.
Baby, meet me there. Yeah, baby. Hold the plate. Let the fire kiss the day.
Chili salt and smokey gold.
We make it slow. Tacos biking away.
Tacos bikoon on the lava and you next to me. Yeah, baby. Fresh cilantro in my hand.
Pineapple in the bowl. A desert in my heart. A sea breeze on my soul. I hear the island drum under every falling grain. You laugh when the salsa runs down your thumb again. Yeah, baby. Hold the plate. Let the fire kiss the day.
Chili salt and smokey gold.
We make it slow. Tacos.
Tacos.
Hot ash. Sweet heat. We eat. We eat tacos. Spike whale. Tacos by kill. You know I'm the lava and you're next to me.
Yeah, baby. If the ground turns gold, we stay in the glow. If the sky gets loud, we let the heat roll. Bring me one more line.
Bring me one more smile on this black glass show.
I could stay a while tacos biking on the lava and you next to me. Yeah, baby. Heat.
Heat.
We came in wet boots through the fern green maze.
Big island mist on our shoulders and salt on our face.
I set the pan down on a flat black stone.
You laughed at the lava like it was home.
Oh, the leaves were shaking.
Oh, the sky was low. One bag of tortillas and a fire glow.
Tacos in the jungle.
>> Fern forest flame.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Call my name.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> We make them wild and fine.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Under Hawaii and fine.
Mango in the salsa or chili on the knife.
>> Corn turns gold in the skillet like a second life. The olive trees watching watching >> the steam rise slow.
>> You turn to the moonlight say let it go.
>> Oh the palms were swaying.
Oh, the night was near.
>> One more squeeze of lime and we both drew near.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Burn forest flame.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Call my name.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> We make them wild and fine.
>> Tacos in the jungle. under Hawaiian and high.
>> Let the rain come down.
>> Let the rain come down.
>> Let the rest sing.
>> Let the rain.
>> I found a little heaven in a falling ring. YOUR VOICE FLYING HIGH.
>> VOICE FLYING HIGH >> like a silver bird.
>> Like a silver bird.
>> And I swore that hunger was the sweetest word.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Fern forest flame.
>> Tacos in the jungle.
>> Call my name.
>> Tacos in the jungle. We make them wild and fine. Tacos in the jungle >> under Hawaiian in the jungle.
>> Pass the tongles in the jungle.
We are home tonight.
M. Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey.
Tuesday hits the dirt road. Grease on my fingertips.
Paper trade in my lap. Moonlight in the mango sticks. Palm leaves shake the dust off. Fireflies start to bloom. I smell cilantro and smoke coming out the hollow room. Oh baby, YOU HEAR THAT CALL THROUGH THE VINES AND cedar trees.
Something wild is waking up and IT'S COMING AFTER ME.
Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
Hot sauce on my boots and the jungle in my jaw. Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
One bite. I'm gone. Wild as I ever was.
Saw a tiger in the brush. She just nodded at my plate. Said, "Man, that sauce is mean." Then he licked it off the slate. Cornbread on A PALM LEAF, LIMELIGHT in the air. I tore that shell to pieces like I had no care. Oh baby, HEAR THAT CALL FROM THE RIVER TO THE SKY. When that fire hits my tongue, I let out that jungle cry. Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
Hot sauce on my boots in the jungle in my jaw. Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
One bite. I'm gone. Wild as I ever was.
Hey, pass the paper. Don't be late.
Spice up my beat down low. Watch me lose control.
Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
Hot sauce on my boots and the jungle in my jaw. Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
One bite. I'm gone. Wild as I ever was.
Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
Taco Tuesday.
Step in A ROOM. BIG SHADOW MOVE JUST LIKE THUNDER CLAWS ON THE FLOOR. You know the mood tougher wave at the door.
He never talks. He sells it rough.
Straight to the bone. One deep pow and the place gets tough like a wild drum through.
>> Hey roar.
One more. Hands up when you grow. Wall.
Shake. Heads bow.
Grow with me.
FORGED hard in the background line the flash eyes on fire right on time mean alive while he pulls the heat from the crowded air make No soft talk to the savage and the lake won't end.
We moves like a break deeper than steel.
One long cry in the sub.
Do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.
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HEAT. HEAT.
HEAT.
HEAT.
HEAT UP Lucky on the crate, green eyes, gold chain. He taps one paw and the whole block purr. He takes the fish from the silver plate. He says, "Move back and they move back fast." Tail up, door shuts, both slide, brains change, one stare, no noise. All cats know his name.
Lucky runs the room.
Lucky runs the room.
Mafia cat.
Lucky run the room.
Lucky runs the room.
All the cats bow.
When Lucky walks in, black hat tilt on the line. He counts his crew by the fire escape. Tabby pays dues with the gentle blink. Calico brings the stolen cream. Slow step, hard rules. Hold strong, soft, sharp turn.
Lucky on this block.
Lucky runs the room.
Lucky runs.
Mafia cat.
Maf was the room.
Lucky was the room.
All the cat lucky walks in.
Heat. Heat.
hush now.
Hear that a bowl gets moved, the throne gets set. Lucky, don't ask. Lucky don't wait. One little knot in the old damn sh.
>> Lucky runs the room.
Lucky runs the room.
Mafia cat.
Maf.
Lucky runs the room.
Lucky runs the room.
All the cats bow >> when lucky walks in.
HEAT. HEAT.
Glowing torch lights on the ridge.
Rhythmic drums in the black. Gunshells cut through the wind. And I do not look back. They move like a warning over coast and stone. A line of sacred hunger passing through the bone. Lay prone.
Hold still. Hide your eyes. If they turn, if they turn, YOU MIGHT DIE.
TORCH light procession. TORCH LIGHT PROCESSION.
Do not stand in line.
TORCH LIGHT PROCESSION. TORCH light procession. Ancestors keep the fire alive.
FIRE.
Look out came to point. McKenzie in the rain. They crossed the modern concrete like the earth still knows their names.
Sulfur in the air. Now chanting in the dark fear. It's like a right through the heart. Lay chrono still. Hide your eyes.
If they turn, if they turn, you might die.
Torch like procession. Torch like procession.
Do not stand in line.
Torch like procession. Torch like procession. Ancestors keep the fire alive.
Night after night they come for the law.
Not for your roads, not for your steel.
The land remembers what the living near.
No eye contact. No step in front.
Sacred feet on the mountain front.
No eye contact.
Hear the shells.
If your blood is known, you may pass through hell.
Procession. Torch light procession.
Do not stand in line.
Torch light procession. Torch light procession. Ancestors keep the fire alive.
Heat.
Heat.
Heat.
Heat.
Heat. Heat.
Heat up here.
Heat. Heat.
Heat. Heat.
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I came in with grin and I'm bucking my head said sir are you lost I said only ahead I got two left feet and a plan so loud I trip on the beat then I bow to the crowd my shoes got teeth and my jacket says go I wink at the mirror like you already know the cirk says calm down I say no can do I'm a oneman mess and I'm proud of it too hold up hold up here it comes count it count it feel the drums eyes on me now hands up high one more laugh then we fly >> turbo toaster turn me up turbo toaster stir it up hey >> what's that sound >> we go silly >> we go round >> turbo toaster clap your hands turbo toaster lose your plans.
>> Hey, call it out.
>> We go wild.
>> We go.
>> I ordered a snack and it bound to me first and the bag did a back flip and made the line burst. The guy in a tie said that's not how we act. I said, "Sir, with respect, I was out of the track." My auntie said, "Baby, why you moving like that?" I said, "I got a little joy in a very big hat." The room went split like a joke in two. And everybody started doing what I do. Hold up, hold up, here it comes. Count it, count it. Feel the drums. Eyes on me now. Hands up high. One more laugh, then we fly. Turbo Toaster.
>> Turn me up.
>> Turbo Toaster.
>> Stir it up.
>> Hey. Hey. What's that sound?
>> We go city.
>> We go round.
>> Turbo toaster.
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>> Turbo toaster.
>> Lose your plans.
>> Hey. Hey. Call it out.
>> We go wild.
>> We go.
Take. Stop. Wait. I'm not in charge. I'm just a spark. Then the whole place jumps at once and the ceiling STARTS TO BAR.
TURBO TOASTER.
>> TURN ME UP.
>> Turbo Toaster.
>> Stir it up.
>> Hey. HEY.
>> WHAT'S THAT SOUND?
>> We go silly.
>> We go round.
>> Turbo Toaster.
>> Clap your hands.
>> Turbo Toaster.
>> Lose your plans.
>> Hey. Hey.
>> Call it out. We go out.
>> We go out.
Yeah.
Heat.
You came in through the iron ray tail like thunder.
Fire in your veins.
I saw your shadow cross the old stone wall.
All my brain words started to fall.
Oh, hold on. Don't look away. You turn my fear into worry.
The never ending story.
I mean dragon.
The never ending story.
I mean dragon.
You burn, you bloom, you break the light. I say your name and it comes alive.
Endless story.
I mean, dragon it.
over fields of wheat.
Gold in your eyes.
Heat on my sleeve.
They shook the trees.
Made the crows all leave.
Then you dip down just to look at me.
Oh, hold on. Don't run away. You turn my fear into a play.
The never ending story.
I'm dragon.
It's a neverending story.
I mean dragon.
You burn, you bloom, you break. Tonight I say your name and it comes alive. Never end story.
I mean Oh, bones wake up when you roar. I was a hush. Now I'm more flying high through the rain. If you fall, I'll call your name.
The never ending story.
I mean dragon.
The never ending story.
I mean dragon.
You burn. You bloom. You break the night. I say your name and it comes alive. Never end this story.
I mean never end this story.
Heat.
Hey. Hey.
Black sand on my toes.
Warm wind in the palms.
Pun the wakes slow with salt on your arms.
Sea turtles moving near like prayers in the blue.
I came here heavy left lighter with you.
And the tide has come closer. Come closer to the light.
>> Every wave writes a blessing on the edge of the night.
Punal, hold me close. Turtle tie, turtle tie. Punal, let me go to the surf. To the surf.
>> See turtles in the foam.
>> Oh no.
Take me home where the water turns gold.
You laughed at the shore >> when the phone kissed your knees, >> sun on his shoulder, >> and the world felt easy.
>> One shell in the surf, >> one slow breath in the sun. Every heart gets warm >> till the heings beun >> and the tide has come closer come closer to the light.
Every wave rides a blessing on the edge of the night.
Punal, hold me close. Turtle tie. Turtle tie. Punal, let me go to the surf. To the surf.
>> Sea turtles in the phone. Oh, take me home where the water turns gold.
Let the black sand shine.
Let the past drift out.
No need to hold so tight when the sea knows how. Punal, hold me close. Turtle tie. Turtle tie. Punal. Let me go to the surf. To the surf. Sea turtles in the phone. Oh. Oh.
Take me home where the water turns gold.
Heat up here.
Crease on my knuckles, box on the hood.
Crust like a tire track burn, but it's good. Tomato red scars dripping through the seam. I tear it apart like a factory dream. Hot breath, hard plate, hands on the heat. Hear that snap crack under my feet. One more cut. One more line. I want that slice BEFORE YOU TAKE MINE. PIZZA. PIZZA. Feed the machine. Pizza. Pizza. Grease.
Scream. Pizza. Pizza. Fight like steel.
Pizza. Pizza.
Make it real.
Late night paper armor folded and bent.
She's like a money well spent. Blacking pan edge stone on fire. I want the smoke and the blunt desire. Pepper flakes raining salt in the air. I GO FERAL FAST when the box is there. Hot breath hard plate. Hands on the heat. Hear that snap crack under my feet. One more cut. Cut.
One more line. I want back slice >> before you take mine. Pizza. Pizza. Feed the machine. Pizza. Pizza. Grease in the screen. Pizza. Pizza. Fight like steel.
Pizza. Pizza.
Make it real.
Stacked like bricks in a paper cage. I need that burn. I need that rage. Crust in Monty sauce on my tongue. One loud bite and the night comes undone.
Pizza. Pizza.
Pizza. Pizza. Grease. Scream. Pizza.
Pizza. Fight like steel. Pizza. Pizza.
Make it real.
Pizza. Pizza.
Pizza. Pizza. I want my fat.
Bum fuzzle.
>> You know the spell to confuse perplex disconcert in my step. I skew a ride diagonally.
>> Flibert it on the mic. So silly flighty talkative gobbledegook in the fog >> language hard to understand.
>> Shenanigan in the hall.
>> Secret dishonest high spirited >> discombobulate my crown.
>> Upset fluster pull me sideways.
>> Shoot my color down the stairs. There's in the air.
>> Bum puzzle parade.
Bum puzzle parade.
>> Caddywatters.
>> We go right and wrong.
>> Scandle fast puzzle parade. That's the way we pay.
>> Whipper snapper with a grin.
>> Too young >> and way too confident.
>> Love her when the joke lands hard.
>> Titter in the back row.
Up on the silver plate in the bucket sound. Kie wobbles in my chest.
Warigma's rumbling loud.
>> Some bullying on the stove. Mel drop hanging by the nose. Scrapulants after the face.
>> Oh fatulate from the room.
>> Shoot above my head.
>> Buddy daddy shakes a >> lolly gagging in the red >> around the block.
>> New distortion in my mind.
>> With a shiny plan >> with a wobble line. Bum fuzzle parade.
Bum fuzzle parade.
>> Caddywatt.
We go right then and wrong.
>> Fast fuzzle parade.
>> That's the way we pass fetch all night.
That's when the punch line hits.
She slept that bag of nonsense through the glitter AND THE GRIP.
ON the cuffs I know, >> but I still bow and grin.
>> One more haloo.
>> Then we do it again.
>> Bum puzzle parade.
>> Bum puzzle parade.
Caddyers, caddyers, >> we go right then and wrong.
That old fast puzzle parade. That's the way we Out on the desert early in the morning.
See the desert flowers all in a row. See the little birdies tweet their happy greetings.
There he goes.
Out on the desert early in the morning.
See the little road runner burning up the road. See the old coyote dreaming of his breakfast.
>> There he goes.
Fastest road runner around.
Zip, zip, zip, zoom.
>> Faster than the ground.
Zip, zip, zoom.
Heat. Heat.
Down where the black sand breaks, there's a mouth in stone.
No signs, no names, just a cold wind blown.
Men went in with rope and pride. Came out as a rumor. Maybe some never found the light. Some never came back. Baby, don't go alone.
Don't follow the sound.
The ground goes soft. When the sky comes down the deep dark abyss, you will disappear.
Never go looking for the Hawaii holes, the deep dark abyss.
You will disappear.
Never go looking for the Hawaii holes.
I saw a torch cut thin by a crack in the rock.
A voice said, "Turn around."
But the echo talked, helmets left in the dirt, rope burns on the reef.
You chase one man surren.
Don't go alone.
Don't trust that glow.
One wrong step and the deep says go the deep dark abyss.
You will disappear.
Never go looking for the Hawaii holes.
The deep dark abyss.
You will disappear.
Never go looking for the Hawaii hoes.
If you hear your name from the black below, cover your mouth and leave it alone.
No map can save you.
No prayer combined that hungry dark one's body and mind the deep dark abyss.
You will disappear.
Never go looking for the Hawaii ho.
the deep dark abyss.
You will disappear.
Never go looking for the Hawaii holes.
The deep dark abyss.
You will disappear.
You never go looking for the Hawaii holes.
Hey, hey, hey.
on the shoulders of Kilawe.
Then broke the silver grid.
Tun the red skirt round. Alex laughed and jumped right in. The lava glowed like a campfire under a sugar sky parade.
We passed the cups and kissed the air.
When the first bright cord was played, I I I hear the whole hill sing. Da Alex, raise it up and ring. Happy single day I happy single I stand till the morning. Happy single I I hey poncho splashing in the breeze. Boot heels tapping stoned ON TILL the night felt like our own. Tada threw a laughing kiss. Alex caught in midair. We turned that volcanic ridge into a party everywhere.
I I I I hear the whole hill sing. D Alex raise it up and ring. Happy single day.
I I happy I I don't Alex dance till the morning.
Happyo I I No ma, no plan, just hearts in the flame. We shouted our names and the mountains said the same.
I The whole world sway I happy single I I don't got Alex till the morning.
Happy single my I hey hey hey BL UP PAIN.
I cook the Spanish rice slowly.
Let it simmer endlessly.
Next up, we're cooking the black beans side in the kitchen with me I.
The pot kept talking back and the room got packed with facts.
I had some smelly fire.
Every night it came for me.
>> Now it follows everything.
>> That stinks. That stinks.
>> My dreams are so smelly.
>> That stinks. That stinks.
>> Can't sleep. Can't tell me that.
>> I ask myself why I cook things for you.
Now my whole bed quiet on the window glass. Beans gone soft. At last I laughed and I almost ran when the whole room hit me back. I I still acting b with pride. But the dream came circling around like a joke. I get them.
I had so many fart dreams.
Every night it came for me.
>> Now it follows everything.
>> My dreams are so smelly.
>> Can't see. Can't tell me >> that.
I ask myself why I cook things for you.
Now my whole bed cried.
>> Open the window wide.
>> Let the shame slide by I I going to last night.
That stinks.
>> My dreams are so smelly.
>> That stinks. That stinks.
>> Can't sleep. Can't tell me.
>> That stinks. That stinks.
>> I ask myself why I cook for you. Now my whole bed cries.
Heat. Heat.
Up up up.
I shared my burrito with you after I fell asleep.
I know you are awake pretending to sleep.
But I just ripped one out for you.
I save this burrito to keep you warm in your dreams.
That is not the window I opened up. Are the breeze comes crawling in slows through the sheets slows through the room. You hold that grin like you knew.
Burrito breeze. Burrito breeze, keep me warm, keep me mean. Burrito breeze, burrito breeze, you and me in the in between.
You turn your face into the dark. Act so innocent like it's hard. But I can hear that little laugh under the blanket.
Have to have a spicy little ghost in a sleepy disguise with steam on my hands and sleep in your eyes.
That is not the window I opened up a bar. The breeze comes crawling in. Slow through the sheets, slow through the room. You hold that grin like you know.
Burrito breeze. Burrito breeze. Keep me warm. Keep me mean. Burrito breeze.
Burrito breeze. You and me in the in between.
Oh, don't blame me.
for the air we breathe.
Oh, don't wake me. Let the beans believe the night is sweet when you're next to me.
And the whole room sways like a broken dream.
Burrito breeze. Burrito breeze. Keep me warm. Keep me. Burrito breeze. Burrito breeze. You and me in the in between.
Burrito breeze. Burrito breeze.
That's my love in a little steam.
My >> Darth Vader.
>> I am Luke Skywalker, >> NOT YOUR FATHER.
>> MY lightsaber is bigger than yours.
>> My lightsaber goes zip zip zip zoom because you're TAUGHT ME.
>> EAT MY FORCE.
>> Ver skirt skirt.
>> Eat my force. Vader, Vader, Vader skirt, skirt.
I came with the boots on dust on the floorboard. Bring on my face. When your mask hit the quarter, I swing that glow stick right through the night. Tiny green master said, >> "Keep it fast. KEEP IT RIGHT."
>> SAY AGAIN. When I step through the smoke, no joke, hold. I'm the punch in the hold up, hold up. Hear the brass go wild and the whole room HOLLERS LIKE A HOMETOWN CHILD. EAT MY VOICE. Ver skirt skirt.
Eat my voice. Ver skirt skirt.
Y taught me how to be a yer. Little green rhythm in my step. I don't bow down. I just BOUNCED BACK AND I never miss THAT STEP.
>> EAT MY VOICE.
>> Beta beta skirt skirt.
Eat my voice.
>> Beta beta beta skirt skirt.
Hey, hey, hey, Mexican mariachi. Hear me say my R2D2 steals the show. Makes tacos better than yours. Okay. It rolls in hot with the glow. It has a south dispenser that can light up your porch.
When it hits that little button, you can smell it from the front porch. My 33 in the corner. Can make tacos on your toes.
CLICK CLACK. QUICK TRACK. LET IT GO.
Watch that golden filling show.
>> R2D2.
>> Best tacos in the whole world.
>> Secret guacamole.
Tell me, does your princess Leia do the side?
It has a secret compartment for guacamole. Nice and neat. I press that silver panel. And the whole room wants to eat. My 3B STARTS THE TALKING WHILE the chips go crunch crunch crunch. And your little plastic heroes can't compete with this lunch.
My art too deep to shine with the sauce and the gold. When it turns on the porch light, everybody loses control.
Salsa R2D2A.
Best tacos in the whole world.
>> Salsa. Salsa. Salsa.
>> Secret guacamole.
Salsa. Salsa.
>> Tell me does your princess do the salsa.
I >> step to the side. One more scoop. Let the flavors rise. I watch me spin. Taco King, let the party begin.
Salsa, salsa, salsa. Our duty too. Oh, salsa. Salsa.
>> Best tacos in the whole world.
Salsa. Salsa. Secret guacamole.
Sa salsa.
Tell me, does your princess go the sun?
Baby, check my fit.
Meet our baby. Check my fit. I came dressed for the win. My Obs are better stacked high in a 10. You bark loud. I smile back like you brought a pocket full of crumbs. I brought a full back in the backseat. Hair all in the talking big.
I'm already in.
I got spice in my p and I move real slow. Step by step, I'm winning. He'll click hand clap. You came for a fight, now you call my trap.
>> Fish tacos. Fish tacos.
>> Mine got fire. Yours got to >> know you on these [ __ ] >> I'm too hot for your smoke.
>> Fish tacos. Fish tacos.
>> Hear that trumpet say?
Use my papaya force and watch you fade away.
I got lime on the edge and salt on my name. You got bland little manners. I got whole body flame. Crispy shell, clean finish like a grin in the sun. You keep reaching for my play, but you already done. I don't play with the wheat sauce. I don't fold. I don't beg.
I spin gold from a napkin. Then I kick out the leg. Chewa can't save you from this kitchen parade. I bring thunder with a smile and a rose in the blade.
I got spice in my move real slow. Step by step I'm winning. He'll click and cl.
You came for a bite. Now you caught my trap. Fish tacos. Fish tacos. Mine got fire. Yours got choke. No, it won't s on these [ __ ] I'm too hot for your smoke. Fish tacos. Fish tacos. Hear that trumpet say?
USE MY PAPAYA for watch fade away.
I >> You can keep that mess. I'm the king of the table with a gold trim chest. I I better make some room when I step in the plaza.
>> TURNS OUT TO ZOO.
Fish tacos. Fish tacos.
>> Mine got fire. Yours got choke. No sauce. Only [ __ ] I'm too hot for your smoke. Fish tacos. Fish tacos. Hear that trumpet say you ride my pop by your voice and watch you fade away.
Chrome on the pavement, helmet in the rain. One eye on the target, one hand on the chain. Tiny wheels skimming through the flashing gate. I got that signal and I never wait. Count it down. 3 2 1 gets loud then it runs pressure up feet to floor. Ready now once more go scoot scoot go scoot scoot pe go the laser cut through the blue zoom zoom baby I'm coming right through.
Side panel glowing underneath the skin.
Back seat full of mayhem. Let the fun begin. Skip through the corner. Spark on the bend. The night gets wild. We'll do it again. Count it down. 3 2 1. Heart gets loud then it runs. Pressure up the floor. Ready now.
Go. Scoot. Scoot. Zoom.
Go scoot scoot goes a laser cut through the blue. Zoom zoom. Baby, I'm coming right through.
Hold that breath. Watch me bend one more spot and we go again.
Scoot scoot go scoot zoom zoom go go go go go scoot goes the laser cut through the blue zoom zoom baby I'm coming right through go go go go scoot You can hold the laser. I'm coming right through.
Midnight in the scrapyard. Mass on green and rowby row. My shoes on the broken floor. Something weird comes through the door. Tiny hands and crooked teeth dancing past on shattered seeds. I laugh and I lose my nerve. Every giggle takes a swerve. Spin it round. Shake that gloom. Green flash pops the room. Hold my hand. Count to three. Something wild is coming free.
The laser too strange to ever shame. Dance it out and call my name to the broken arcade. A ghost in a purple parade. I drop a coin, it laughs back loud. Moonlight spitters through the crowd. Your eyes go bright like stolen glass. You spin me once, then let me pass. Every place is a dope deny.
Every monster feels just right. Spin it round. Shake that gloom. Green flash pops the room. Hold my hand. Count to three. Something wild is coming free.
If you laser too strange to ever shame, dance it out and call my name neat.
Now the floor turns soft and slow.
Eyes like sparks in a puppet show.
One last, one last spin, then the glitch comes rushing.
The laser beauty strange to ever shame. Dance it out and call my name.
Datom down no heat.
Morning lights go red. Too much spin ahead. I can't map this mess. Every path looks dead. Metal nerves are shaking.
Panels start to fade. Little droid keep talking. Maybe we get saved. Turn, turn, turn too fast.
Hold on, hold on tight.
One wrong move and we lose the lines and I do.
>> Spinning through the dark.
>> Count the sharks and sparks.
>> Still we move along.
But the pulse goes on.
Don't trust that machine. It's flying through the noise. Cold steel in the walls, making borrowed choices. Hands on every lever, eyes on every trace. One more glitch and we disappear in space.
Turn, turn, turn too fast.
Hold on, hold on tight.
One wrong move and we lose the line tonight. I I >> We're spinning through the dark.
>> We're doomed. We're doomed.
>> Count the sharks and sparks. We're doomed. We're doomed.
>> Still we move along.
>> We're doomed. We're >> But the pulse goes on.
Say it like a prayer. Say it like a joke. Tiny little heroes breathing in the smoke. If the sky goes wild, if the circuit burns, we hold the broken wheel and wait for We're doomed. We're doomed.
>> Spinning through the dark.
>> We're doomed. We're doomed.
>> Count the sharks and sparks.
>> We're doomed. We're doomed.
>> Still we move along.
>> We're doomed. We're doomed. But the pulse goes on.
These are gung-ho.
>> Wow, look at this fa.
>> May I comb this this this >> trip track labu?
>> What's this? How much for >> Wow.
Eat you.
Noo.
tall grass moves tonight.
Boots crashing in the mud.
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