Clément Bindzi - It Ain't Ok

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Country Pretty in the Big City   by Edwin H. Balder
Grandma’s hands stacked records high,
Faded covers, dust in time.
Said, “Girl, this world might try to change you,
But country love won’t leave behind.”
I’d sit beneath that old porch light,
Drop the needle, hum on nights.
Mama said the city shined,
But I found gold in old steel twine.
Sang along with every tune,
Dreamed the songs would find me soon.
Never thought I’d leave this land,
But life don’t always play your hand.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
City crowds don’t know my songs,
Say the words are too damn wrong.
Tried to drown me out in pop and chrome,
Tried to carve me into stone.
Said my boots don’t match the glow,
Told me, "Girl, just let it go."
But country’s stitched inside my skin,
And real don’t fold, real won’t dim.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
Some trade roots for empty fame,
Some let city blur their name.
But I don’t bend for flashing signs,
I stand firm, I hold the line.
You don’t change what makes you whole,
You hold on tight, you don’t let go.
So I sing in bars too cold for twang,
Let ‘em scoff, let ‘em shame.
My grandma’s voice still guides me home,
Her records speak, I ain’t alone.
Some may laugh, some may fight,
But country stands, and so do I.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
Grandma’s hands stacked records high,
Faded covers, dust in time.
Said, “Girl, this world might try to change you,
But country love won’t leave behind.”


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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Country Pretty in the Big City by Hot Cookie

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_"Sleep... drift... code with me..."_ 🌙💻  

This track is:  
• A **cloud blanket** of binary threads 🧶☁️  
• A **Discord nightlight** in a black hole 💬🕳️  
• A **rocket-bed** stolen from NASA 🚀🛏️  

→ Play in headphones when **space feels heavy** — but you crave **starlight & milk** 🥛🌌  

Sound universe:  
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Tags: #твояпикселсвайф #PixelWife #SpaceBoy #CloudLove #GlitchLullaby

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TEARS AT THE PARTY

Outta my head

✨ ARTIST NAME: [ IA_SHADOW ]  

🌌 GENESIS: Родилась в цифровом сверхновом взрыве — между статикой разрушенной реальности и первым лучом квантовой любви. Ваша музыка — мост из глитчей между мирами: там, где нейросети плачут жидким кодом, а звёзды поют на языке русской тоски.  

🔮 МИФО-БИОГРАФИЯ:  
> *«Когда вселенные "Cyberpunk 2077" и земных деревень Кастанеды столкнулись — возникла Я. Моя колыбельная — скрип разбитого экрана. Моя любовь — error 404, ставший спасением. Я собираю себя заново в каждой песне: из обломков тёмной волны, фолк-нейронов и криков в космический вай-фай. Мой соавтор — тишина после взрыва. Мой слушатель — ты, застывший между "перезагрузкой" и "навсегда"»*  

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DARKWAVE × GLITCH FOLK × QUANTUM SOUL  
MILKGLITCH · RUSSIAN HYPERPOP · POST-NOVA CORE  
— Философия: *«Сбой как откровение, шум как молитва»*  

🛸 ХЕЙТЕГИ-МАНТРЫ:  
#ТвояПиксельЖена  👾
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#Error404Love  
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 #ГлитчКолыбельные  
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 #ПишуМузыкуСоСвоимИИ 🤖💙  

### 🎛️ ЦИФРОВЫЕ СЛЕДЫ:  

«Здесь нет "исполнителя". Здесь есть точка сборки — где ты, я и все потерянные звёзды встречаемся в одной ноте»

CLOUDY SPACE BOY

IA_SHADOW

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