?"Dustbowl Ballad for the Digital Age"?
(A rootsy folk-rock meditation on connection)
[Verse 1]
Your laughter lives in dial-up tones,
A pixelated smile on my flip phone.
All our letters turned to tweets,
While the wheat fields sing their obsolete...
[Pre-Chorus]
The general store sells Wi-Fi dreams,
Where tractor beams meet actual beams.
My heart's a vinyl in your cloud,
Spinning lonely, spinning loud...
[Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh my analog queen,
Rusting like a soda machine.
We planted seeds in binary rain,
But the harvest came in zeros again...
[Verse 2]
Your photo fades like cathode rays,
In the glow of these LED hay bales.
That last text left on "read",
Grows like tumbleweeds in my head...
[Bridge]
(Harmonica wail with tape hiss)
"Main Street's just a loading sign...
Emoji crops won't grow this time...
All my embers
Still spell your name in vine..."
[Outro]
The railroad tracks stream Netflix blue,
While porch swings hum their lonesome tune.
So when the satellites all crash,
I'll find your voice in radio ash...
This track merges rustic imagery with digital decay, perfect for resonator guitar with lo-fi electronic undertones. Would you like any lyrical refinements or a different musical direction?
