Most of the music in this blog is going to be classical, jazz, and what I really consider music. But, once in a while, a rock-n-roll songs might sneak in.
I had this song in my head this morning. Great song.
The first video here is the studio version. As a young singer, Mellencamp hit some very hit notes (3:12).
Also, I found a video of him singing this live just a few years ago (2007). He sings it in a lower key, and at one point in the song (1:32) even admits that he didn't like how a certain note came out. There are no high notes to pressure him, but it's still a great song.
Minutes to Memories (George M. Green & John Mellencamp):
On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
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 near Gary
And my father before me, I helped build this land
Now seventy-seven and with God as my witness
I earned every dollar that passed through my hands
My family and friends are the best things 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 we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out, 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 sun up tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky across the Ohio river
The old man kept talking about 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
And I don't take stock in those uncertain things
Days turn to minutes and minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams we have planned
You are young and you are the future
Suck it up and tough it out, 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 chose to do
There's no free ride. 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 sweep away the dreams we have planned
You are young and you are the future
Suck it up and tough it out, be the best you can
Do they make 'em like that anymore?
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