Beck Hansen (nacido el 8 de julio de 1970 en Los Ángeles, California, Estados Unidos) es cantante y compositor. Desde pequeño, Beck fue influenciado por su padre, un músico de bluegrass callejero. Viviendo con su madre, una empleada administrativa, y su hermano, se crió en los suburbios de Los Angeles, donde absorbió el hip-hop cada vez más creciente como breakdancer. Beck también vivió en Kansas con sus abuelos (su abuelo paterno era un pastor presbiteriano) y con su abuelo materno, el artista Al Hansen, en Inglaterra.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------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: [email protected] (Jarrett Frankel) Subject: heartland_feelings.crd
Song: "Heartland Feelings" Artist: Beck From: Golden Feelings (Sonic Enemy) Transcribed By: Jarrett Frankel ([email protected]) 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.
FCAm Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
FCAm(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.
FCAm She's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
FCAm(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.
FCAm He was only a person...who didn't know shit.
FCAm(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.
FCAm Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
FCAm(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
FCAm And she's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
FCAm(let ring) Nothing happenin'...that's about it.