In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners. At the Hotel Flamingo, wearing black market shoes. This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon.
He was born on the fourth day of July. So his parents called him Independence Day. He married a girl named Justice who gave birth to a son called Nation.
They call me Junior. I live here on this street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say. "Hey, thanks a lot.". I know I'm missin' something.
So you went to a party at Jacqualine Onassis. If you're so amart why don't you wear glasses. So you can see what you're doin' to me. So you can see what you're doin' to me.
JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP. Jack and Diane. Little ditty about Jack and Diane. 2 American kids growin up in the heartland. Jacky's gonna be a football star.
I stand here a black man I have no history. I was brought up in East Chicago And I grew up on the streets. The chains around the playground were the chains around my heart.
Holly told me, "You better give me a child". I said, "Holly, there's no way. We don't even like each other all that much. We couldn't make it one more day".
I've been walking the streets in the evening. Racing through the human jungle at night. I'm so confused, my mind is indifferent. Hey, I'm so weak, won't somebody turn off the light.
I love the things that scare most folks to death. But I ain't ever satisfied. I'll stay till the end or till I'm gasping my last breath. But I ain't ever satisfied.
When I was a young boy,. Said put away those young boy ways. Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older. I love all those young boy days.. With a girl like you,.
(John Mellencamp/George Green). This land, today, shall draw its last breath. And take into its ancient depths. This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self.
Drivin' down on a dry summer's day. Old Route 66 and I was just a kid. Met a pretty little Indian girl. ALong the way. Got her into my car. And tried to give her a kiss.
(Geoffrey Cushing-Murray/Richard Littlefield). Sonny's out strolling, ambling slowly. Washed in amber street lights. A Mexican wind blows in. Takin' ahold of Angelina's hair and her halo.
I'm lost for like the thousandth time. Take off whatever you have left. Sing to me, something like you're lost. For like the thousandth time. . Whatever the deal, I will be waiting for you.
One man. Does his work. He's not satisfied. Not at all. Feels like. That he is being used. His self respect starts to fall. His frustration. Runnin' very very high.
Tell me that you love me, lady, one more time. One more time slowly. 'Til then I will float in silence gingerly. Consuming energy. . Baby, you could stay, just one more little day.
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card. They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice. Come back home, cook out in the backyard.
What may I ask. Is never enough. It's never too sweet. And it's never too rough. . What's there to do. While you're waiting your turn. Just pick on your scabs.
A million miles a minute. Fast as every bullet. Losing greens that must have been. Through the shield in the space. . Forget the check, I'll get it. My last one won't regret it.
(Public Domain). Was a dark stormy night. As the train rattled on. All the passengers had gone to bed. Except a young man with a baby in his arms. Who sat there with a bowed-down head.