Grass Fed, Free-Range, Certified Organic (Framed In Your Local Factory)
Slow, Southern soul & R&B, bluesy ballad with a sultry, sexy, expressive black female vocal delivery, rough, demanding, passionate, bridging soul power with blues grit. Minimalist arrangement with warm electric guitar, subtle piano, prominent bass, & laid-back drums with stuffing rhythm. Long intro. Emotional, slightly ironic tone is smooth, strong rock & gospel undercurrents, vintage feel. Intimate, late-night club atmosphere, smoky and relaxed, suitable for humorous yet slyly critical lyrics.
Grass Fed, Free-Range, Certified Organic (Framed In Your Local Factory)
Slow, Southern soul & R&B, bluesy ballad with a sultry, sexy, expressive black female vocal delivery, rough, demanding, passionate, bridging soul power with blues grit. Minimalist arrangement with warm electric guitar, subtle piano, prominent bass, & laid-back drums with stuffing rhythm. Long intro. Emotional, slightly ironic tone is smooth, strong rock & gospel undercurrents, vintage feel. Intimate, late-night club atmosphere, smoky and relaxed, suitable for humorous yet slyly critical lyrics.
Lyrics
Intro
Long Intro
Verse 1
Well, I walked down the aisle, felt so refined
Picked up some eggs, labeled ‘mighty fine
Grass-fed, free-range, certified, they claim
With a serial number from the factory it came
Pre-Chorus
Oh, they tell me it’s healthy, they tell me it’s right
But I see the fluorescent lights, and it don’t quite taste right
Chorus
Grass-fed, free-range, certified organic
Framed in your local factory, poof — it’s magic
You pay way extra, that’s for sure
Thinking it’s good, healthy and pure
Verse 2
The cow’s got a passport, the chicken a degree
The lettuce got a diploma and a PhD
It’s marketed fancy, with a golden little seal
But under that packaging, it’s the same old meal
Pre-Chorus
Oh, they swear it’s natural, they swear it’s divine
But it tastes a little processed and refined
Chorus
Grass-fed, free-range, certified organic
Framed in your local factory, poof — it’s magic
You pay way extra, that’s for sure
Thinking it’s good, healthy and pure
Bridge
Oh, the kale’s moon-bathed, the quinoa’s got style
The artisanal bread walked a thousand miles
They’ll tell you it’s sacred, they’ll tell you it’s gluten free
But it’s just supply chains in disguise, baby, can’t you see?
Long Solo
Verse 3
FDA inspector knows the farmer, says ‘Bro, what’s up?
He signs the certification smiling while the prices all go up Says, “Looks real clean from where I stand,” gives the label a little kiss
Price goes up a dollar fifty for a friendship like this
Pre-Chorus
Oh they call it regulation, but they’re just being friendly Everybody gets a cut — except folks like you and me
Chorus
Grass-fed, free-range, certified organic
Framed in your local factory, poof — it’s magic
You pay way extra, that’s for sure
Thinking it’s good, healthy and pure
Grass-fed, free-range, certified organic
Framed in your local factory, now don’t panic
Just hold your nose and eat it anyway
‘Cause all food’s the same at the end of the day
Outro
End Song
End