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Ross A. - Heartland Girl

https://linktr.ee/rosscapitalA   / rosscapitala     / rosscapitala     / rosscapitala   https://www.rossbreen.com Filmed by Kim Farrelly Edited by RB, Kim Farrelly ---- Ross A. voice, guitar, synth, programming Ciarán Oman bass Cian Hanley drums Gavin Glass slide guitar, pedal steel, sonic spheres Cormac Curran piano Mixed by Scott Halliday Mastered by Ivan Jackman ---- 1985, I left Muskogee feeling alive in search of a girl, a heartland girl Heat wave on the way, I stopped at a station, bought a bouquet - Zinnia dahlias and marigolds Later we drove with the roof down, Dr. John, then The Tulsa Sound on the radio Her arms flowed into the sky, hem of a dress on a caramel thigh, the corn fields Rolling by A sweet and thoughtful, ever gentle… Heartland Girl Met her father once, he was stoic and kind A calm disposition, the same colour eyes as the girl, the heartland girl A travelling salesman in the great northwest, we talked a bit, it was hard to impress Hard to/ never to be good enough Well, anyway, she had her own mind, lit a flame with me for a time, it was transient And she worked shifts in a bar for the extra pay No other man saw her the way I did, always will A sweet and thoughtful, ever gentle… Heartland Girl You know, I never believed in a cosmic connection But we existed at the intersection of reality and somewhere else ’til she found sense one autumn day, told me gently in her own sweet way It was all a dream, a heartland dream Clicked her tongue, winked her eye, wrinkled her nose and said goodbye Never to be the same again In a daze I rushed her off my skin, whiskey evenings, numbed within Writer’s Tears The drifting weeks and months would pass, still a great longing lasted year on year Thinking of my sweet and thoughtful, ever gentle… Heartland Girl 1985 became 95 and the dawning of a millennium Having had enough of feeling low, I decided I would go In search of a girl once more, a heartland girl An apartment block, a spring day and on the way I’d bought a bouquet Prairie irises, wild sunflowers Paunch and patch of bald acquired Still I hoped she’d still feel a fire if she came to the door Press a buzzer in the porch below. through the speaker comes a voice I know, Saying, “hello?”, Saying, “hello?” Is it a sweet and thoughtful, ever gentle… Heartland Girl