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A BIOGRAPHY

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Written by John Mellencamp

Spend a lot of time tryin' to grow up
Guess I got a lot of growin' up to do
Used to tell me sit down, hey shut up
Guess they didn't know what I was goin' through
But I've loved me some girls
And I've broken me some hearts
A Casanova in my own right
As I sit here watching the sun coming up
I guess it's okay, yeah it's ok
To say good night

(Chorus)
Born reckless, born reckless
Born reckless (watch the family cry)
'Cause I was born to be reckless
'Til the day, I die

Well you know, I've been shoved around
Hey, but I've done my share of the shovin' too
I guess you get what you deserve
Yeah you get what's comin' to you
For the life of me, I don't understand
I don't understand, how I ever got you
Someone so warm to hold my hand
When this world has beat me back through

(Chorus)
Born reckless, born reckless
Born reckless (watch the family cry)
'Cause I was born to be reckless
'Til the day, I die

Well what I really want to say is
I guess I don't know, what it is I really wanna say
Anyway the thing is, I'm just surprised
That you're still here with me today
'Cause I've lied and I've cheated
And I've spit in your face
I've taken from you exactly what I need
But I want you to know
There's no one to take your place
How can we embrace love, how can we make love
At such an high rate of speed

(Chorus)
Born reckless, born reckless
Born reckless (watch the family cry)
'Cause I was born to be reckless
'Til the day, 'til the day I die



2.  Factory

Written by John Mellencamp

Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road

Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Volkswagen bus up the interstate
Feel like Charlie Manson just like ...
I'm diggin' real hard for some money to spend
Well it ain't that bad if the summer's free
I got my evenings to cruise the scene oh yeah

I got a pretty old lady
Who rolls back in the morning
She don't pressure me about my over time
Got a kickin' black chick
Who meets me in the alley
Sayin' unsnap your jeans, baby
I'll take what I find
I got non-stop shoot 'em up, on a layaway plan
I've got a workman's compensation, I'm a union man

(Chorus)
Working at the factory
Gonna get me some of them luxuries
Well now me and the boys
Machines that makes noise
Working at the factory

It works like this

I got one eye on the time clock
I got my other eye on, the girl in the hall
I got this newly rocket, hum, stuck right here in my pocket
Waitin' for the five o'clock whistle to call
I'm the whistle dancer of the production line
I got an encore tomorrow at the very same time

(Chorus)
Working at the factory
Gonna get me some of them luxuries
Well now me and the boys
Machines are making noise
Working at the factory (moola)

(Chorus)
Working at the factory
Gonna get me some of them luxuries
Well now me and the boys
Machines are making noise
Working at the factory (moola)




ritten by John Mellencamp

Well good evening to, the dirty bordellos
And good evening to, the girls who work uptown
And say hello, well hello, to the gay young fellows
Who make their love, on the meat rack
In their sister's gowns

Well I ain't no king, but I ain't no princess
And I don't get drunk, no no
But I can still be blown away
The phantom lover of the future
And I don't go to work
'Cause I sleep all through the day
Talkin' 'bout

(Chorus)
Night, night, night, night slummin'
Night, night, night, night slummin'
Night, night, night, night slummin'
So when you see me tonight
I'd be reaching the heights
So were coming

I never counted on ...
All the good things have been taken away from me
Aww, heavy or hard, I know those younger punches
'Cause tonight is another day for destiny

Well the damage is done, hey I can't really feel it
Well I don't fault your love and
The bathroom stains, oh yeah
And it's a little too fast and dying too young
That's what we're talking about
Well it's this slummin' that makes me
Stop to think

(Chorus)
Night, night, night, night slummin'
Night, night, night, night slummin'
Night, night, night, night slummin'
So when you see me tonight
I'd be reaching the heights
As we're coming

Night, night, night, night slummin'
Night, night, good night, night slummin'(goodnight)
Night, night, good night, night slummin'(yeah, yeah)




Written by John Mellencamp

Oh yeah
Well she started out, just to be a dancer
Gonna make her livin' dancin'
In the Broadway shows
So she hitchhiked cross the country
From Paso Robles to the Big Red Apple
Where your dreams are made
Your debts must be paid on time

(Chorus)
I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer
And I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams
How they faded away
I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer
We can pretend this floor is the Broadway stage

Well she wasn't used to livin' in the city
So she took a job cleanin' up as a maid
At the Gramercy Park Hotel
And all her auditions
They didn't turn out so pretty
So she took a job dancin'
At the bar down the street as well

(Chorus)
I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer
And I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams
How they faded away
I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer
We can pretend this floor is the Broadway stage

Well I don't know how long or how far
Her fortune did take her
But I heard she sits alone drunk
In a bar downtown on 42nd Street
And sometimes an old Butch
Will slip a quarter into the jukebox
And she'll stagger to the bar
And dance with that girl for free

(Chorus)
I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer
And I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams
How they faded away
I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer
We can pretend this floor is the Broadway stage

Oh the stage, baby




Written by John Mellencamp

I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
Some girl that knows the meaning of a
Hey hit the highway

Well I've been walkin' the streets up and down
Racing through the human jungles at night
I'm so confused, my mind is indifferent
Hey I'm so weak, won't somebody shut off that light

Electricity runs through the video
And I watch it from this hole I call home
All the stony's are dancin' to the radio
And I got the world calling me up here
Tonight on the phone

I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
Some girl to thrill me and then go away
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
Some girl that knows the meaning of a
Hey hit the highway

Well I'm not wiped out by this poolroom life I'm living
I'm gonna quit this job, go to school, or head back home
And I'm not askin' to be loved or be forgiven
Hey I just can't face shakin' in this bedroom
One more night alone

I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy

I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
Some girl that knows the meaning of a
Hey hit the highway

I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
Some girl to thrill me and then go away
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy
Some girl that knows the meaning of a
Hey hit the highway
You betcha




Written by John Mellencamp

Another sad sad day
The world's KO'd again
And I used to always say
No one could hit, like my old man

Do you really have to be so tough
Is it necessary to talk so rough
Hey ain't there some place I could fit in

Could I find a little action there
Hey wait just a minute, I don't really care
Any place is bound to be better
Than where I'm standin'
Yeah I wish that for just one day
Hey ya know I wouldn't have to be afraid
And ashamed of its work
And its disgusting glory

Welcome to the alley of all the angels
Hey they say your eyes can gleam
When you can a just tell the truth all night
Welcome to the alley of all the angels
(They say) The reckless young hearts
Beat to the flash of the neon lights

Look at those kids, they're such a mess
Just can't teach 'em no respect
They want the world
And they want the best on a silver platter
Hey but ain't that, sometime son
The kids grew up and the world moved on
They're just lookin' for some place in the sun
So they would not shatter

Welcome to the alley of the angels
Hey they say your eyes can gleam
When you can a just tell the truth all night

Welcome to the alley of all the angels
(They say) The reckless young hearts
Beat to (the flash of) the neon lights
Do you have to be so tough
Is it necessary to talk so son of a bitchin' rough
Hey Hey ain't there some place that I could fit in
Welcome to the alley of the angles




Written by John Mellencamp

She's one of those Sunday afternoon walkers
Who searches down the rich dick
So here comes, speak this way baby
Ain't no tongue some kinda a trick
So shake that kick, ooh shake that kick
Shavin' your underarms
I got my eyes on your cat call...
If I could just get your hands on my balls

Hello High C Cherrie
Would you bring it on over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
Parked out back in the rear
I'd give you twenty five heathens
To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer
Say ain't that enough, Cherrie
To stick it in you

Eww my my the girl with money rolls
That's the way you talk (High C)
You must admit you're heaven sent
For big boys stuff..
Hey I'm on the corner taken ...
Hey baby, I can hold my own
(Cherrie) Meet me on C Street, baby
Hey little girl, you want an ice cream cone

Hello High C Cherrie
Shake that trash over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
It's parked out back in the rear
I'd give you twenty five heathens
To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer
Say ain't that enough, Cherrie
To stick it in you

Hey baby, are you with escorts
Are you really on your way home
(Cherrie) Would you make it with a poor schoolboy
Would you let this dog throw you his bone
I don't mean to be pushy
But I know I'd shove you down on the ground (hell ya)
How can a sane man
Adjust to havin' you around

Hello High C Cherrie
Would you bring it on over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
Parked out back in the rear
I'll give you twenty five heathens
To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer
Say ain't that enough, Cherrie
To stick it in you

Hey is that enough, Cherrie
Hello High C Cherrie
Would you bring it on over here
I got a big jet black Cadillac
Crashed out back in the rear

To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer
To serve you a six pack of rollin' thunder beer
Say ain't that enough, Cherrie
Hey is that enough, Cherrie
Hey is that enough, Cherrie
Oh hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Cherrie ...




Written by John Mellencamp

Hello girls and boys
As you sit in your carpeted bedrooms
With your stereos on and on
Playin' with those hundred dollar toys
Built to occupy your minds
So you don't notice your futures are gone
And as you race on through the streets tonight
Lookin' for some lonely lover to hold you tight
You think that the world is alright
Well you're out of touch, you're out of time
You're gonna crack, your fragile regulated minds
As you're headin' on to no kind of conclusion

Go on, let 'em run your lives
Watch 'em as they cut your throat
With their parental carving knife
Go on, let 'em run your lives
Are you too young to see
Or just too old to fight

They've taken the energy away from you
They haven't taught you enough to deal
With the ordeal you must be goin' through
Yeah but look at this now
They've left you the schools
They've left you the government
But they're all fallin' down
Don't forget to make the past due payments
And in this world of uncertainties
You can be certain that
You must kiss the ass of the authorities
And kiss you will if you want to survive
You don't have to look that hard to see
That there just ain't no free rides
Hell it takes a real man to survive

Go on, let 'em run your lives
Watch 'em as they cut your throat
With they're parental carving knife
Go on, let 'em run your lives
Are you too young to see
Or just too old to fight

Well Jay Dee is locked in his soul some kinda hotel
Well he's burnin' inside he shakes shakes shakes
All through the night
And little Ruda Juda is passed out on the floor
She's just so damn stupid won't somebody
Take away her gun and show her the door
Show her the door, show her that door's open
And me I'm so misunderstood, but I'm still alive
And my eyes are open wide to the fact
That the world just will lie
And it'll kick you right in the face

Go on, let 'em run your lives
Watch 'em as they cut your throat
With they're parental carving knife
Go on, let 'em run your lives
Are you too young to see
Or just too old to fight

Hey are you too young to see
Or just too old to fight
Do we have to fight the rest of our lives



9.  Goodnight

Written by John Mellencamp

It's rainin' on me
Watch the cab drive you away
I see the night bein' eaten' up
By just another day
I guess I'd better accept
That we just didn't have a lot to say
Except goodnight
I guess it's goodnight

The city workers
Cleanin' up the streets
An old man wrapped in rags and newspaper
Lies asleep on the corner of the street
Whatever we had
Lies in a heap at your feet
Goodnight
I guess it's goodnight

A crowd of people, aw shit



10.  I Need A Lover (UK Version - Bonus Track)

ALBUM DETAILS

Release Date: 1978 on Riva Records

Remastered & Rereleased w/Bonus Track: March 29th, 2005 on Mercury/Island/UMe

ALBUM CREDITS:

John Cougar- Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Streethart:
Brian BecVar - Keyboards
Larry Crane - Guitars
Ferd - Bass
Tom Knowles - Drums
Backing Vocals: Streethart, Johnny Cougar
Andy MacKay - Saxophones

Stension on Night Slumming
Michelle Mellencamp, Gail Williams, Larry Crane, Susi Ronson, Cil Mellencamp, Tom Knowles, Bob Davis, Ken Griggs, Ferd, Nancy Kellog, Brian BecVar, Blue Knowles, Susie Books, Jean Frostie, Chery Davis, Aly Griggs, Marilyn Hill, Steve Prestage, Susie Elston, Johnny Cougar

PRODUCTION CREDITS:

Produced and Engineered by: John Punter
Tracks recorded at Wessex Studios
Assistant Engineer: Dave Bellotti
Overdubs recorded at Bassing Street Studios
Assistant Engineer: Greg Cobb
Vocals recorded and mixing at Air Studios
Recorded in London, England 1977-1978
This recording is dedicated to Harry Mellencamp
Direction - Bob Davis in association with Gaff Music Inc.
Photography by David Steen
String arrangement on Taxi Dancer by Ann O'Dell
Sleeve design by Freeman, Matthews and Milne

 

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