The latest single release, ‘The Virus is my God’, by Turfseer is OUT NOW and available to stream on SoundCloud!

ABOUT THE ARTIST

Turfseer is a singer-songwriter from New York City who came on the scene around seven years ago when he uploaded his first SoundCloud track. Since then, Turfseer has amassed a catalogue of over sixty-nine tracks and counting.

Since creating his YouTube channel in December of 2006, Turfseer has gained over fifty-two thousand total views providing a variety of content that includes music videos for his original tracks. 

LATEST RELEASE

The latest single release, ‘The Virus is my God’, by Turfseer is out now and available to stream on SoundCloud! Sitting in at around 130bpm, this upbeat track is written in G-major with a melodic focus on minor based chord progressions that create an auditory atmosphere which is powerfully evocative of mystical storytelling. The instrumentation captures an amalgamation of folk and pop with a strong acoustic guitar carrying the flow with the implementation of various additional elements including piano, harmonica and electric guitar. 

A stand out point of creative expression can be found between 5:25 and 5:55 when the track breaks-off into a music-only solo section. The harmonica and electric guitar interconnect whilst maintaining their individuality, providing an epic solo section that shares the limelight between both elements of instrumentation. Although the track is nearly seven minutes long, the progression of the music takes the listener on a parable-like journey which has just the right amount of melodic variation to ensure that the full attention of the listener is held. 

Amidst the global unease and confusion surrounding the current pandemic, ‘The Virus Is My God’ directly addresses the minority position like the protest songs of old. Wild-west imagery is used as a means of providing a symbolic association that allows the listener to interpret the role and goal of each character without the need for a less artistic explanation of intent. The opening line: “The scientists rode in one day”, immediately sets a scene of intrusion and invasion into the freedom of the public that is somewhat supported by the authorities in control, “The sheriff and his posse // I listen to what they say”. The threat of disobedience is also addressed, showing the listener that the refusal of conformity will come at a cost, “You gotta trust the experts // Or else you’re gonna pay”. 

The chorus cleverly captures Turfseer’s view regarding how the virus has become personified as some kind of divine deity that has come to distribute death, punishment and resultantly, conformity to its controlling power. 

Fans of folk/pop music who are into the songwriting style of Bob Dylan will definitely enjoy this track. Bravely writing about an uncomfortable conversation that many people are having quietly at home, Turfseer holds nothing back in questioning the political and economic dogma that is intrinsically linked to the current lockdown situation impacting the globe. Make sure you follow Turfseer on his social media to keep up to date with his upcoming releases! 

ARTIST: Turfseer

SINGLE: The Virus is my God

GENRE: Pop

RELEASE: 03.05.20

PLATFORM: SoundCloud

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LYRICS

The Virus is My God

The scientists rode in one day
on their faces only frowns
“you all better stay inside
The virus has come to town”
The sheriff and his posse
I listen to what they say
You gotta trust the experts
Or else you’re gonna pay

The scientists they had a book
there was a lot to learn
they called it a new Bible
a book about some germs
It was full of hi-falutin language
But it spread throughout the land
We studied our new Bible
In words we couldn’t understand

Chorus: The virus is my God
That’s what I gotta believe
I bow to his injustice
And pray for my reprieve

I ventured out one dreary day
and went to the general store
bought my paper for a dime
(it) said thousands will die, maybe more
Maybe now, one million
that’s what the governor said
Just listen to the governor
Or else we’ll all be dead

Murphy was the town drunk
One day he fell asleep in bed
30 years an alcoholic, he sure bled
30 years he had cirrhosis
A diagnosis to ignore
They blamed it all on the virus
And that’s the reason he’s no more!

There was no evidence
of corpses lyin in the street
But I came down with a fever
Now I felt the heat
Old Doc Brown paid me a house call
Said the reaper could be near
“your chances are 50-50”
Now I’m paralyzed with fear

I used to have a real good job
Working in the town saloon
But with all that social distancing
Now I sing a different tune
Our women folk keep cryin
they’ve been left bereft
when all the dust has settled
there will be no jobs left!

The virus is my God
That’s what I gotta believe
I bow to his injustice
And pray for my reprieve

The minister went silent
His flock had disappeared
we pray upon the altar
of our God’s invisible fear
Old Doc Brown’s my apostle
he certainly knows best
I’ll live my life upon the results
of his sacred virus test

Injun Joe was an outcast
Used to be a medicine man
Tried to peddle potions
He claimed were so grand
Brought him to the hanging judge
Said, “well hang you on that tree for sure”
Old Doc Brown and the scientists
Only they can find the cure

I paid a visit to Madame Lily
Her bordello had no crowd
I was lonely and just had to go
I confess I wasn’t very proud
But Lily said keep your distance
“can’t you hear the tolling bell?”
If you get any closer than six feet
You’ll surely go to hell.

The virus is my God
Thankful that I still can pray
Listen to the Lord’s instructions
Fall down and obey

The virus is my God
Thankful that I still can pray
Listen to the Lord’s instructions
Fall down and obey

Once the town was happy
the children they did smile
we had our locomotives
pulling crowded trains for miles
But Old Doc Brown and the scientists
Said we’re headed for an early grave
The Virus is now my God
Made me into a slave!