Iron Honey
High-energy Surf-Phonk Funk, 154 BPM. Continuous melodic phonk cowbell throughout, pitched-down cowbell bassline melody, driving metallic cowbell rhythm. Aggressive tremolo surf guitar riff, heavy distorted sub-bass syncopated with cowbell pulses. Booming stadium drums, loud punchy brass section stabs. Soulful powerful female diva vocals, melodic belting, no rapping, no talk-singing, sustained notes. Explosive energy, frantic but melodic, wide stereo imaging, high-fidelity aggressive production. Call and response, Iron Honey aesthetic, industrial raw grit.
Iron Honey
High-energy Surf-Phonk Funk, 154 BPM. Continuous melodic phonk cowbell throughout, pitched-down cowbell bassline melody, driving metallic cowbell rhythm. Aggressive tremolo surf guitar riff, heavy distorted sub-bass syncopated with cowbell pulses. Booming stadium drums, loud punchy brass section stabs. Soulful powerful female diva vocals, melodic belting, no rapping, no talk-singing, sustained notes. Explosive energy, frantic but melodic, wide stereo imaging, high-fidelity aggressive production. Call and response, Iron Honey aesthetic, industrial raw grit.
Lyrics
The washer’s humming in a perfect G
Finally made a cup tastes like coffee, not tea
Sunlight’s hitting the grease on the stove
Turning this kitchen into a treasure cove
Check the mirror, yeah the hair’s on point
Found a twenty gonna rock this joint!
Low-key spark high-key beat
Rolling that rhythm on the concrete street
Honey in the gear iron in the stride
Static’s all gone I’m feeling the tide
Click-clack, walking tall
Crown on my head I’m the queen of it all!
Bicycle chain singing a greasy tune
Tapping on the railing whistling at the noon
The subway doors slide with a soulful hiss
Even the screeching’s got a touch of bliss
Denim on my back laces on my boots
Digging out the magic from my gritty little roots
Low-key spark high-key beat
Rolling that rhythm on the concrete street
Honey in the gear iron in the stride
Static’s all gone I’m feeling the tide
Click-clack, walking tall
Crown on my head I’m the queen of it all!
Wait for the drop.
Everything’s clicking nothing’s gonna stop.
No glitches today no grit in my eye.
Just a working-day high under a wide-open sky.
Full-blown spark heavy-roll beat
(Owning every inch of the street!)
Honey in the gear iron in the stride
(Honey and iron feel the pride!)
Static’s all gone nowhere to hide
Click-clack, crown’s up tall
I’m the queen the queen of it all!
Heels on the iron. (Clack, clack)
Sugar in the soul.
The city’s a mess but I’m on a roll.