Music: Michael W. Dean. Lyrics: Phil Wormuth
Edit: Song now rolled into final 7th record. Get it here, free.
Three lusty cabbage seeds sewn with restraint
in the frost pocket adjacent to the trench of
ferny, well-established asparagus
triumph in the densely packed flats
growing their own voices…
They don’t know it yet, but they will pay the price
for communicating with the adjacent
kitchen garden full of raucous worms,
and drunken slugs.
Lyrics are a cut-up Phil made from a gardening book, then edited the heck out of it.
Musically, this song is a series of 32 odd chords Michael came up with. Then that whole thing is repeated 3 times. With various yummy flavorings thrown in here and there.