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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Johnny Cougar vs. John Cougar Mellencamp vs. John Mellencamp | ||||
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Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 06-25-2001 @ 3:25 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00  | GAhh Damm, you people are killing me with these "Versus" threads. This is not a "versus" thread, just three lesser known songs from three phases of Johnny... To M.G. (Wherever She May Be) I was watching a movie the other night on T.V. The actress reminded me of you Her attitude, the way that she smiled She was doin' a part girl, like you used to do I do believe you played it better If it wasn't better, it was just as strong I would've called you up on the telephone that night But somehow girl, it'd been all wrong I heard you married a stranger In a horse and carriage that was covered with gold Well, you wanted to be different and still fit in I wonder if you feel different at all now that you're older Hope you didn't lose that innocent laughter Oh, God I hope time didn't take that away All those junior high nights underneath the front porch light A good Catholic girl during the day Oh, oh just watching the time grow Old enough to know that these memories can't hurt a thing Oh, oh just watching the time grow If I saw you today, girl I wouldn't even know ya Well I know it wasn't that big of a love affair But boy, it sure seemed like one back then When I parlay the memories into their proper places I can see now we were no more than friends Ooh your kisses sure tasted sweet But I guess any kiss tastes sweet at fifteen I just hope your touch is as warm to your ol' man As it seemed like it was to me Oh, oh just watching the time grow Old enough to know that these memories can't hurt a thing Oh, oh just watching the time grow If I saw you today, girl I wouldn't even know ya Cougar Mellencamp- Minutes To Memories On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line He looked at the young man who was riding beside him He said I'm old kind of worn out inside I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary And my father before me I helped build this land Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness I earned every dollar that passed through my hands My family and friends are the best thing I've known Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home Days turn to minutes And minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams That we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out And be the best you can The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones This highway is long but I know some that are longer By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times He fell asleep with his head against the window He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind This world offers riches and riches will grow wings I don't take stock in those uncertain things Days turn to minutes And minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams That we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out And be the best you can The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow I do things my way and I pay a high price When I think back on the old man and the bus ride Now that I'm older I can see he was right Another hot one out on highway eleven This is my life It's what I've chosen to do There are no free rides No one said it'd be easy The old man told me this my son i'm telling it to you Days turn to minutes And minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams That we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out And be the best you can Mellencamp- w/Izzy Stradlin: guitar Stan Lynch: drums Lisa Germano: violin, harmonica Pat Peterson: vocals Recorded in '93 Released in '98 Miss Missy There's a band playing down the street we could see, yeah Movie showing down at the Von Lee A church supper with Grandma and Grandad Let's go out and have ourselves the best time we've ever had Say goodnight, my Miss Missy Goodnight, it's time to go home Hey, I might call you later Oh Missy, girl, it's late, it's time to go home Weight of the world's now on your head I take back all those mean things I said Little baby kicking down in your gut I hope it doesn't grow up to be as crazy as us Goodnight, oh my Miss Missy Goodnight, it's time to go home Hey, I might, I just might, call you later Oh Missy it's time to go home So let's dance slow just one more time Let me hold your face close to mine, yeah Let's pretend that Jesus has come To take us out just one more night for fun Goodnight, oh my Miss Missy Goodnight, it's time to go home Hey, I might call you later Oh Missy, girl, it's time to go home (Repeat chorus)  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Oh, I believe in yesterday's got nothing for me This message was edited by SLASH on 6-25-01 @ 3:29 PM | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 06-25-2001 @ 3:39 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | LMAO Slash :)...this one's Cougar Well I lived on the outskirts of town In an eight room farmhouse, baby When my brothers and friends were around There was always something' doin' Had me a couple of real nice girlfriends Stopped by to see me every once in a while When I think back about those days All I can do is sit and smile That's when a sport was a sport And groovin' was groovin' And dancin' meant everything We were young and we were improvin' Laughin', laughin' with our friends Holdin' hands meant somethin' baby Outside the club "Cherry Bomb" Our hearts were really thumpin' Say yeah yeah yeah Say yeah yeah yeah The winter days they last forever But the weekends went by so quick Went ridin' around this little country town We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks One night, me with my big mouth A couple guys had to put me in my place When I see those guys these days We just laugh and say do you remember when Seventeen has turned thirty-five I'm surprised that we're still livin' If we've done any wrong I hope that we're forgiven Got a few kids of my own And some days I still don't know what to do I hope that they're not laughin' too loud When they hear me talkin' Like this to you  | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 06-25-2001 @ 3:44 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | They all suck. There is a theory which states that if anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another which staes this has already happened. ---Douglas Adams Now seeking junior Brownstones to adopt | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 06-25-2001 @ 3:48 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: Actually, that is Cougar Mellencamp quote: Hey, I looked over my post. Nowhere in it did I ask for your opinion nor did I title it "What's your opinion of...?" So just worry about staying out of the sun and move along, Casper. Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Oh, I believe in yesterday's got nothing for me | ||||
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