The Turnip Man
Funk-metal, experimental, bass-driven grooves, surreal, slap-bass
The Turnip Man
Funk-metal, experimental, bass-driven grooves, surreal, slap-bass
Lyrics
Verse 1 - Bass squelchy slides, detuned thumps
I am the Turnip Man...
Crusty brown divinity, sproutin' from the can!
Hear my quip...
It drips from my root-rot tongue, a fermented trip.
This ain't no carrot... no parsnip prank,
Just my turnip-flavored licking stick—rank after rank!
Chorus - Drums stumbling 7/8 rhythm
Lick the sludge! Lick the brick!
Lick the mayor's politics!
Saliva scepter, earthy slick—
Behold the holy licking stick!
Verse 2 - Guitar nervous, spidery skronks
Found it growin' in a dumpster behind the mall,
Where raccoons preach anarchy... and concrete crawls.
It whispers secrets... in brine and peat,
'Bout turnip revolutions... underground and SWEET.
I lick the bus stops... lick the cop car doors,
Lick the corporate logos... lick the metaphor!
Bridge - Bass solo wah-wah
Unclog your drains... cure existential pain...
A turnip stick lash... on the cheeks of the mundane!
It licks the future... and it licks the past...
(Warning: May cause vegetables... to rebel at last.)
Solo
Bridge - Bass wah-wah
Unclog your drains... cure existential pain...
A turnip stick lash... on the cheeks of the mundane!
It licks the future... and it licks the past...
(Warning: May cause vegetables... to rebel at last.)
Outro - Spoken, over collapsing drums
...They call me mad... till their ears get licked.
Taste the soil, man... taste the stick.
This song sucks... The Turnip? THICK.