Plastic Jesus vs. Christ Spirit

[IrisRavenstar]

The discussions here are reminding me of this song, dynamite to sing at the top of one's lungs and raise energy, but I am wondering if most people see a plastic Jesus or a real Jesus? I'm wondering if most know he said, and understand what he said, when he said that he was leaving the disciples so that the Holy Spirit could come within them? The Holy Spirit is the LIVING Spirit of the God/dess, the Christ Spirit, not plastic, not for later on down the millenial road, but interactive with anyone who cares to get to know Hir in the here and now. God/dess tells me S/He also likes secular music... sing it out! Well... here... guitar chords included... ARTIST: George Cromarty and Ed Rush TITLE: Plastic Jesus Lyrics and Chords [There is considerable debate about the actual authorship of this song, with partisans leaning to Ernie Marrs, Ed Cromarty and George Rush (the Goldcoast Singers), and to old revival-tent spirituals. It seems that the original was in fact the Goldcoast Singers, but in the context of a fake spiritual radio broadcast, including only two verses and no chorus. Marrs developed it into a much more complete song, and apparently took credit. Below is Marrs' version, and a considerable number of additional verses.] I don't care if it rains or freezes 'Long as I got my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Through my trials and tribulations And my travels through the nations With my plastic Jesus I'll go far / D - / G - / D - A - / 1st, 2nd / D A D - / Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car I'm afraid He'll have to go His magnets ruin my radio And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar / D - - - / - - A - / D - / G - / D A D - / Riding down a 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 eye on me And any other thing that lies behind Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Though the sunshine on His back Make Him peel, chip and crack A little patching keeps Him up to par When I'm in a traffic jam He don't care if I say "damn" I can let all my curses roll Plastic Jesus doesn't hear 'Cause 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 If I weave around at night And policemen think I'm tight They 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 [Plastic Jesus has become quite entrenched in the folk tradition, so there are considerably more folk verses than there were original ones. Following are folk additions and emendations, as well as additions from recording artists who have covered this song.] Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I have my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car I could go a hundred miles an hour Long as I got the almighty power Glued up there with my pair of fuzzy dice {Refrain - repeat between verses} 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 snowses Long as I got my plastic Moses Riding on the dashboard of my car Through all trials and tribulations We will travel every nation Me and plastic Moses will 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 what they say, I'm gonna Keep on prayin' to that pink Madonna Melted to the dashboard of my car 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 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 {As refrain} 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 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 {As refrain} 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 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 I don't care if I'm broke or starvin' As long as I've got a fish named Darwin Glued to the trunk lid of my car God, I'm feeling so evolved Drivin' with my problems solved Proclaiming what I think of what we are Riding home one foggy night With my honey cuddled tight I missed a curve and off the road we veered My windshield got smashed-up good And my darling graced the hood Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared {As Refrain} Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus, No longer chides me with His holy grin Doctors in the X-ray room Found Him in my darling's womb Someday, He'll be born again! I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I got my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car He's the dude with the rusty nails Walks on water, don't need no sails Riding on the dashboard of me car I don't care if the night is scary As long as I got the virgin Mary Sittin' on the dashboard of my car She don't slip and she don't slide 'Cause her ass is magnetized Sittin' on the dashboard of my car

[♥Mark]

I see. What else did ze tell you?

[DrunkenArse]

I love songs! Here are some good ones.