Lyrics:
and me now
And the screams start
In the heartland, the heartland
With my radio flyer
In the dirt we used to play
In the heartland, the heartland
With my
on home to the heartland
I'm homesick for the heartland baby
I miss the smell of familiar lately
Come on right now, let's go
Where the amber grains grow
heartland
Coming-from-the-heart man
Underneath the covers of treetops and each other
Awoken by a gentle breeze
Are we here in silence
The birds
heartland
Coming-from-the-heart man
Underneath the covers of treetops and each other
Awoken by a gentle breeze
Are we here in silence
The birds
the free but ministry cost
He the boss
Yeah
He the boss, He the boss
Yeah
He the boss, He the boss
Yeah
He the boss, He the boss
Salvation for
The girl on the TV, she'd probably see me as ugly
The man on the radio, he knows how that feels
Takes all my resolve, not to dissolve into crying
cLICE By Kevin Danzig
She was my dream girl
From the heartland of the world
Her name was clice
c diamond in the rough
Without the fortune
was almost dedicated to the Orisha, but my mom, Bemi Solatunke, was a musician, a
Voice on Radio Quora for Many years from the 70s
On our way to Lagos,
This is Radio Clash
Stealing all transmissions
Beaming from the mountaintop
Using aural ammunition
With extreme prejudice
On a terminator
This is Radio Clash
Stealing all transmissions
Beaming from the mountaintop
Using aural ammunition
With extreme prejudice
On a terminator
Chevy
Ride this Chevy down a little backroad
Slide your pretty little self on over
Get a little closer, turn up the radio
Put your pretty pink toes
Chevy
Ride this Chevy down a little backroad
Slide your pretty little self on over
Get a little closer, turn up the radio
Put your pretty pink toes
just ready to ride this Chevy
Ride this Chevy down a little backroad
Slide your pretty little self on over
Get a little closer, you can play my radio
a fire
To add to the starry sky
Little tear in the heartland
Keeper of memories
I thought I could do it
Believing I used to believe
Two chairs looking out
into the heartland
And the heartland lead to the sea
And the future is mirky at best
You said you wanted to travel
Then you lost your legs
But you didn't
boarded up, Main Street pretty much closed down.
The church bell still rings on Sunday, old folks still go, the young ones listen on the radio.
Saturday
One, two
Come on, baby
Oh, yeah
Deep in the heart of the heartland
Where the corn fields grow
You drove all night in circles
Singing with
this Chevy down a little back road
Slide your pretty little self on over
Get a little closer, turn up the radio
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
nothin
I'm a revolutionary
Get these fuckin' old heads off of my radio
It's a new generation, I'm the one in charge
I been writing down a list of hoes
In the heartland where the wind blows strong
There's a tale of fear in a country song
Twisters dance across the sky so wide
In Oklahoma where
Let the soul glow, mojo, nigga
Pillowcase, over the head of the industry
Illustrate, with my mouth and murders my ministry
Seal the fate of my enemy,
End post floatin' on a southbound breeze
Somewhere between heaven and tall pine trees
Heartland I'm missin' you
Guitar playin' through the night
The heartland radio begins to flow
With Waylon, Willie, Hank and Jones
Ball that jack to the metal with load
It's got A certain rhythm and soul
Diesel fuel
TURN ON THE RADIO AND LISTEN TO THAT SONG,
TURN OFF YOUR PHONE, LETS SING ALONG,
TURN OFF THE TV AND THE LIGHTS DOWN LOW,
IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT
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