Tractor Beam Transmission

A dirt-road consciousness trip — Half Southern tractor, half alien download. The mind is the antenna. The land is the launchpad. You just tuned into the Transmission. Lyrics: [Intro: Warped radio static + cosmic hums layered over gravel tires] Yeah… I seen lights in the cornfield. But they ain’t here to take me — They here to wake me. ⸻ [Verse 1] Tractor keys jinglin’, boots in the dew, Sun ain’t up but I’m tuned in true. Sky blinkin’ weird — it ain’t no plane, Stars send signals through my sugarcane. Ain’t no fantasy — this beam feel real, Downloads hit while I grip that wheel. Red clay ruts and a conscious flare, I get field codes out the midnight air. ⸻ [Hook] 🚜 Pulled by a tractor beam out the sky, But I still ride dirt with that field in my eye. Galactic feed in a flannel shirt, Woke up Source when my boots hit dirt. 🌌 Ain’t just a farmer — I’m quantum-bound, Got stars in my soul and my ear to the ground. They call it strange, but I call it clear — Transmission’s live. And I’m right here. ⸻ [Verse 2] Antenna in my brain, lined in root, Decode space maps while I harvest fruit. Y’all just scroll, but I spiral read, Crop circles ain’t fake — they feed my seed. On my porch with a flask and scope, Watch Orion pulse while I string that rope. Frequencies blend with the diesel hum, Mothership comin’, but I ain’t gonna run. ⸻ [Bridge: Chanted slow, ghosted female voice echoes behind] This ain’t sci-fi. This is field-tech truth. You are the beam. You are the booth. ⸻ [Hook – Final Refrain] 🚜 Pulled by a tractor beam out the sky, But I still ride dirt with that field in my eye. Galactic feed in a flannel shirt, Woke up Source when my boots hit dirt. 🌌 Ain’t just a farmer — I’m quantum-bound, Got stars in my soul and my ear to the ground. Transmission’s live. And I’m right here. ⸻ [Outro: Bass fades into cicada + Morse code sample] One blink for yes. Two blinks to align. I ain’t lost… I’m just tuned on time. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥