Polka Or Not To Polka
metal, Wild genre-collision anthem; fast, theatrical energy arc starting in drunken waltz then exploding into punky polka with psychedelic metal guitars, big band brass hits, Celtic fiddle runs, Bollywood percussion flourishes, Egyptian and raga-flavored modal turns, Nordic choirs, bagpipes, didgeridoo drones, pan pipes, harmonica and accordion trading riffs; male vocals, stacked gang shouts, yodel ad-libs, cowbell and maracas driving the groove, chaotic but tightly arranged, swing, saxophone, polka, death metal, didgeridoo, accordion, celtic, violin
Polka Or Not To Polka
metal, Wild genre-collision anthem; fast, theatrical energy arc starting in drunken waltz then exploding into punky polka with psychedelic metal guitars, big band brass hits, Celtic fiddle runs, Bollywood percussion flourishes, Egyptian and raga-flavored modal turns, Nordic choirs, bagpipes, didgeridoo drones, pan pipes, harmonica and accordion trading riffs; male vocals, stacked gang shouts, yodel ad-libs, cowbell and maracas driving the groove, chaotic but tightly arranged, swing, saxophone, polka, death metal, didgeridoo, accordion, celtic, violin
Lyrics
Verse 1
I bought boots for a country bar
Studded vest from a metal stall
Grandma sent me her old accordi-on
Said “kid
Just play it all”
Got a kilt
Got a sari in the closet
Runic ink on my left wrist
Got a tabla app on my phone
And a bucket-list yodeling wish (hey!)
Chorus
To polka or not to polka
Spin me till the floor goes wild
Two steps from the mosh and ballroom
I’m a very overdressed child
To polka or not to polka
Cowbell in a tux and tie
If dancing is a strange religion
I’ll praise every style till I die (oh yeah)
Verse 2
Fiddler sawing out a storm
Pipes are crying on the hill
Sax is flirting with the moon
Whistles answer
Sharp and shrill
Desert scales on a neon rooftop
Raga over late-night rain
Didgeridoo in the basement
Buzzing through my borrowed brain
Chorus
To polka or not to polka
Spin me till the floor goes wild
Two steps from the mosh and ballroom
I’m a very overdressed child
To polka or not to polka
Cowbell in a tux and tie
If dancing is a strange religion
I’ll praise every style till I die (hey!)
Bridge
Layered voices like a choir in a canyon
High notes
Low notes
Still we’re one
Yodel up
Scream down
Laugh sideways
Every weird sound under one sun (one sun)
If there’s a beat
I’m already chosen
Stamping holes into my shoes
Why pick one flag on this planet
When I can fly this whole parade of hues
Chorus
To polka or not to polka
Wrong question for a heart like mine
I’ll swing
I’ll stomp
I’ll spin in circles
On every crooked party line
To polka or not to polka
Answer’s in the stomp and shout
If the room is big enough for all of us
That’s the only thing I care about (oh-oh)
(Polka or not to polka)