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Date: Wed, 26 Jul 1995 20:59:31 -0400 From: jfrankel@intr.net (Jarrett Frankel) Subject: heartland_feelings.crd Song: "Heartland Feelings" Artist: Beck From: Golden Feelings (Sonic Enemy) Transcribed By: Jarrett Frankel (jfrankel@intr.net) with much help from John McCain. Date: July 26, 1995 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 place. Beware and enjoy. Spoken word intro: 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 microphoneC all 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. F C Am(let ring) Yeah nothing happenin'...that's about it.
CYeah...... 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. F C Am(let ring) 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 wifeC handed him a drink.
He was oFnly a person...whoC didn't Amknow shit. F C Am(let ring) 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.
HeAm took 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. F C Am(let ring) Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
COoh, ooh, yeah, yeah.
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...whoC doesn't kAmnow shit. F C Am(let ring) Nothing happenin'...that's about it.
CYeah, yeah, yo...
Oh yeah...oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. Woo, ooh, ooh.... _________ Comments, suggestions, flames, praise, cult classic requests, and/or corrections ' Send to: jfrankel@intr.net