Music And Records: A Song About Sex And Gasoline

Photograph Your Own Conclusion

So much beauty abs & tush
Swoop down on you like a burnin bush
Pop religion bullwhip thin
Says you aint nothing but the shape youre in
Come on now girl genuflect nude magazine
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline

19 candles adorn your cake
Lifes simple pleasures is a chance you take
So here’s the skinny indulge the urge
Then sometime later you can binge & purge
Come on little girl we both know what I mean
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline

Your pushing thirty why you old hag
Here’s something dirty for your shopping bag
You spend the money and here’s the deal
We’ll do our best to mend your sex appeal
Ah come on dear girl the process is routine
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline

Your over forty thats it for you
I’m pretty sure there’s nothing else that we can do
Perhaps the convent Perhaps the knife
You woulda coulda shoulda been a rich mans wife
Come on old girl Lolita in her prime was yet thirteen
This star crossed world runs on sex and gasoline

Tired ol story sad but true
We mama’s boy’s have got it in for you
Our faults are many our virtues nil
We never loved you and we never will
Ah come on now girl It’s time we both come clean
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline
From the first grade princess to the last homecoming queen
The Star crossed world runs on sex and gasoline
The whole wide world runs on sex and gasoline
Oh yes and your momma’s world ran on sex and gasoline

Rodney Crowell – Sex And Gasoline

Artwork: Giselle by Nino Munoz from American Photo

All For One, One For All

Thanks to her man servant, Mr. Kenneth, the exalted queen of high camp and lyrical weirdness, Radio Shirley, has a new look. If you’ve not yet been Shirleyfied, it’s highly recommended. ‘Nuff said.

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3 Responses to “Music And Records: A Song About Sex And Gasoline”
  1. laShirl says:

    “Your over forty thats it for you
    I’m pretty sure there’s nothing else that we can do
    Perhaps the convent Perhaps the knife
    You woulda coulda shoulda been a rich mans wife
    Come on old girl Lolita in her prime was yet thirteen
    This star crossed world runs on sex and gasoline”

    That soooo could’ve been written about moi!
    I’ll have to have a cup of tea, a good lie down and cogitate for at least an hour on that one!

    Thank you for the props, mr.F45

    yours in a floral print
    mr.K and laShirl

  2. shoe says:

    I don’t like your attitude. But do I understand the rude.
    What confuses me is wheather your intent is to price-tag youth
    or chastize the aging process. We’re all held together with product
    these days anyway, dude. If your sour at forties now, wait till you
    get further and breath the air. It’s really pretty sweet (Margaret Atwwod told me)
    Shitty deals in life easily start in the cradel, so I can’t sympathise with aging process woes.
    Take Care. Liked the poem… LOVED the picture… but its upside down isn’t it?
    I’ve scrolled up twice now….. I gotta go “:8^)

  3. nazz nomad says:

    that photo is making me feel all weird inside.

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