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Date: Wed, 26 Jul 1995 20:59:31 -0400
From: email protected(Jarrett Frankel)
Subject: heartland_feelings.crd
Song: "Heartland Feelings"
From: Golden Feelings (Sonic Enemy)
Transcribed By: Jarrett Frankel (email protected)
with much help from John McCain.
Here's a sprawling yet immensely jolly epic from the current "Slack
Laureate" of these United States: Beck. If you liked "Mexico", this one's
for you. You can hear this cut on his cassette-only release from a few
years back, Golden Feelings, released on the independent label Sonic Enemy.
This will have to do until the new DGC album hits the streets, huh? By the
way, I've placed the chords over the lyric that marks the progression.
However, the last time I uploaded a file to Nevada, things shifted out of
What we're talking about here is kind of a...it's a...Heartland Feeling.
Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen-feeling.
Ok. What you gotta get together is a Heartland folk singer:
John Couger Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seeger;
That type of feeling: a Mellen-feeling.
You know, a real powerful, approving music
Of a Heartland quality, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can't get just the right type of feeling
Find someone who will pass and change them.
COld Man Johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With his hair aAmll down in his eyes
And the microphone Call covered with flies.
When he gets done playin' goes back to his room
Climbs into bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up Ama magazine turns on the TV
CLights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep.
Well he's only a pFerson...wCho doesn'Amt know shit.
Yeah nothing happenin'...that's about it.
CWell, little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana.
AmCame into town not lookin' for much
Well she found a hCound dog and she named him "Dutch."
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one nighAmt she stopped givin' out change
She kickCed the boss in the chin and unplugged the games.
She's onlFy a person...whCo doesn'Amt know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...That's about it.
COoh, ooh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
CSam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night.
His Amknuckle was bleeding as he walked home,
He was cold Cand he had a headache.
Well his wife was cookin' canned beans,
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it Amon fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife Chanded him a drink.
He was oFnly a person...who Cdidn't Amknow shit.
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
Uh, yeahC, oh. Wooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...
CSmiley was lookin' for handouts
sleepin' in a abandoned lighthouse.
AmDown at the mini-mall shakin' his hat
CWashin' windows with his bare hand.
He found a sports car with the keys
In the ignition it just seemed so easy.
He Amtook a joyride drove into a hedge
CCame out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head.
Well he's Fonly a person...Cwho doesn't Amknow shit.
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
CWell Jane was born in a small town
Everybody just standing around.
They had bingo gaAmmes and a raffle,
Ceverybody chewin' tobacco.
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?).
And sAmhe got a job at the truck stop
And she got all fasCt and never did what she wanted
And she's only Fa person...who Cdoesn't kAmnow shit.
Nothing happenin'...that's about it.
Oh yeah...oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.
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