Meatball Submarine
avant garde metal colliding with funk grooves and ska rhythms, experimental rock shaped by sudden genre shifts, carnival music dissolving into thrash riffs, jazz fusion harmonies twisting into hardcore blasts, surf rock guitar lines punctuating prog structures, circus like melodies warped through heavy distortion, ska upstrokes melting into death metal breakdowns, psychedelic interludes breaking apart into noise experiments, cartoonish vocal theatrics alternating with guttural screams, slap basslines anchoring chaotic rhythmic detours, lounge jazz textures subverted by punk aggression, cinematic sound collage stitched into rock frameworks, odd time signatures disguised beneath playful hooks, satirical lyrics driving theatrical performances, abrupt stylistic jumps from bossa nova to grindcore, absurd humour layered with virtuoso musicianship, experimental chaos balancing precise technicality, eclecticism pushed to extremes, unpredictable yet meticulously composed
Meatball Submarine
avant garde metal colliding with funk grooves and ska rhythms, experimental rock shaped by sudden genre shifts, carnival music dissolving into thrash riffs, jazz fusion harmonies twisting into hardcore blasts, surf rock guitar lines punctuating prog structures, circus like melodies warped through heavy distortion, ska upstrokes melting into death metal breakdowns, psychedelic interludes breaking apart into noise experiments, cartoonish vocal theatrics alternating with guttural screams, slap basslines anchoring chaotic rhythmic detours, lounge jazz textures subverted by punk aggression, cinematic sound collage stitched into rock frameworks, odd time signatures disguised beneath playful hooks, satirical lyrics driving theatrical performances, abrupt stylistic jumps from bossa nova to grindcore, absurd humour layered with virtuoso musicianship, experimental chaos balancing precise technicality, eclecticism pushed to extremes, unpredictable yet meticulously composed
Lyrics
I ordered lunch and the lunch ordered me.
Bread blinks twice; olive periscope, perigee.
Sauce writes cursive on my shirt: “bon appétit.”
Cutlery salutes. The napkin pleads “flee.”
Captain Breadstick taps the mast “submerge the plate!”
Pickles mutiny, timing their escape.
Mayo semaphore: “abandon taste.”
Mustard draws maps on my face.
Tablecloth tide… starch folds like a wave…
Order up—identity… à la carte to save…
Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!)
Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!)
Dive, dive, stomach sea
Saint Marinara, swallow me!
Anchovy choir in a chrome baptistry,
Basil confetti rains intentionally.
Parmesan snow on a red prophecy
The plate’s an eye that will not blink for me.
Count the bites: one truth, two lies.
Count the costs: three knots, four ties.
Count the clocks: five hands, no time.
Open wide. Align.
(oooh's)
Reflections fracture, priced by ounce.
The glass remembers every bounce.
If hunger’s holy, bless this doubt
Swallow the chapel, spit it out.
Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!)
Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!)
Dive, dive, stomach sea
Saint Marinara, swallow me!
Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!)
Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!)
Dive, dive, stomach sea
Saint Marinara, swallow me!
Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!)
Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!)
Dive, dive, stomach sea
Saint Marinara, swallow me!