A kutthu garage rock remix of the White Stripes' classic "Seven Nation Army". Lyrics in collaboration with https://twitter.com/raghuthaatha written from the point of view of someone who ignores tradition and superstition only to face an anticlimactic response from the establishment at the end. 

I'm in a barbershop
Amavasai couldn't hold me back
I'm going to flag it off 
Middle of rahu kalam, that's my knack
And I'm sleeping in my bed at night 
While I'm facing north
I ask for kovil prasadam
left hand extending forth

And i dont give astrologers money, yezhara naattu sani

Don't wanna hear about it
Kili josyam’s got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
Don’t need no drishtipottu as well
And if I touch it with my ecchai patthu
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do

And the message from my horoscope, it’s sevva dosham bro

Ava aappu vecchuta
Enters left leg first I swear
And when I’m going out
she always has to ask me where
And I'm sneezing, and she's sneezing, and we're sneezing
when there’s good news  
All my pages filled with real bad words
sri ramajayam's no use

And even then the message from my elders, is “nee pozhacchu po"

Lyrics explanation: For those not from South India, every line refers to a superstitious belief held strongly by many here, like 
* not visiting the barbershop on auspicious days (like Amavasai - new moon day)
* Avoiding kicking off things during Rahu kalam
* Head facing north while sleeping
* Sneezing when good news is announced

The title is a reference to an astrological belief that the 7.5 years of Saturn transiting through the 8th house from the moon in one's horoscope. 

The guitar parts were recorded on an Ibanez SA-120 through a Boss ME-25 FX processor and an amplified fuzz effect was used on the vocals to make it sound like Jack White's. 

The percussion and drums were sequenced & programmed

Seven and a Half Years Of Saturn

I’m a zoomer if you wondered why my sense of humor is retarded. John 3:16 ✝️

I take the ridiculous and the sublime, add cellos, violins, guitars and random internet collaborators to make music of sorts

Seven and a Half Years Of Saturn

Krish Ashok