Текст, перевод и аккорды “Heartland feelings”
- #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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. C Old Man Johnson got his head in his hand Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band Am With his hair all down in his eyes C And the microphone all covered with flies. When he gets done playin' goes back to his room Climbs into bed in his cowboy boots Am And he picks up a magazine turns on the TV C Lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep. F C Am Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit. F C Am(let ring) Yeah nothing happenin'...that's about it. C Yeah...... C Well, little Rosanna came from Texarkana Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana. Am Came into town not lookin' for much C Well she found a hound dog and she named him "Dutch." She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters But she was never too good at takin' orders Am So one night she stopped givin' out change C She kicked the boss in the chin and unplugged the games. F C Am She's only a person...who doesn't know shit. F C Am(let ring) Nothin' happenin'...That's about it. C Ooh, ooh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. C Sam got canned at the cannery He punched out the clock that night. Am His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home, C He was cold and he had a headache. Well his wife was cookin' canned beans, He took out all the money out of his jeans Am And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink C As his wife handed him a drink. F C Am He was only a person...who didn't know shit. F C Am(let ring) Nothin' happenin'...that's about it. C Uh, yeah, oh. Wooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... C Smiley was lookin' for handouts Sleepin' in a abandoned lighthouse. Am Down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat C Washin' windows with his bare hand. He found a sports car with the keys In the ignition it just seemed so easy. Am He took a joyride drove into a hedge C Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head. F C Am Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit. F C Am(let ring) Nothin' happenin'...that's about it. C Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah. C Well Jane was born in a small town Everybody just standing around. Am They had bingo games and a raffle, C Everybody chewin' tobacco. Well she grew up kinda restless All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?). Am And she got a job at the truck stop C And she got all fast and never did what she wanted F C Am And she's only a person...who doesn't know shit. F C Am(let ring) Nothing happenin'...that's about it. C Yeah, 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
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