Friday, February 26, 2016

Mark Antony Rossi writes



Big City Faith

 

if the fruits of our labour 
are retained in our seeds

why are the children 
the first to bleed

hear our plea 
heavenly Lord

plastic saints 
we cannot afford.

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2 comments:

  1. "Plastic Jesus" was written by Ed Rush and George Cromarty in 1957, which they recorded in 1962 as The Goldcoast Singers. According to Rush, the inspiration for the song came from a religious radio station in Del Rio, Texas, allegedly run by a dentist and religious fanatic who "sold the most outrageous stuff imaginable, all with magical healing properties." Over the years, the folk tradition of this song has grown, and several additional verses have been added.

    Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
    Long as I have my plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    Through all trials and tribulations,
    We will travel every nation,
    With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

    {Refrain}
    Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    Through all trials and tribulations,
    We will travel every nation,
    With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

    I don't care if it rains or freezes
    As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
    Glued to the dashboard of my car,
    You can buy Him phosphorescent
    Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
    Take Him with you when you're travelling far

    I don't care if it's dark or scary
    Long as I have magnetic Mary
    Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
    I feel I'm protected amply
    I've got the whole damn Holy Family
    Riding on the dashboard of my car

    You can buy a Sweet Madonna
    Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
    Pedestal of abalone shell
    Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
    'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
    Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

    I don't care if it bumps or jostles
    Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
    Bolted to the dashboard of my car
    Don't I have a pious mess
    Such a crowd of holiness
    Strung across the dashboard of my car

    No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
    Long as I have my plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    But I think he'll have to go
    His magnet ruins my radio
    And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar

    Riding through the thoroughfare
    With his nose up in the air
    A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
    Trouble coming, he don't see
    He just keeps his eyes on me
    And any other thing that lies behind

    Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    Though the sun shines on his back
    Makes him peel, chip, and crack
    A little patching keeps him up to par

    When pedestrians try to cross
    I let them know who's boss
    I never blow my horn or give them warning
    I ride all over town
    Trying to run them down
    And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

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  2. Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    His halo fits just right
    And I use it as a sight
    And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

    When I'm in a traffic jam
    He don't care if I say Damn
    I can let all sorts of curses roll
    Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
    For he has a plastic ear
    The man who invented plastic saved my soul

    Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    Once his robe was snowy white
    Now it isn't quite so bright
    Stained by the smoke of my cigar

    God made Christ a Holy Jew
    God made Him a Christian too
    Paradoxes populate my car
    Joseph beams with a feigned elan
    From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
    Famous cuckold in the master plan

    Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
    Jesus dainty and beguiling
    Knee-deep in the piling of my van
    His message clear by night or day
    My phosphorescent plastic Gay
    Simpering from the dashboard of my van

    When I'm goin' fornicatin
    I got my ceramic Satan
    Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
    The women know I'm on the level
    Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
    Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
    Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
    Leering from the dashboard of my van

    If I weave around at night
    And the police think I'm tight
    They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
    Plastic Jesus shelters me
    For His head comes off, you see
    He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

    Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
    Riding on the dashboard of my car
    Ride with me and have a dram
    Of the blood of the Lamb
    Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

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