ry cooder, “you must unload”
from: the prodical son, 2018
“Now you fashion-loving christians sure give me the blues
You must unload, you must unload
You’ll never get to heaven in your jewel-encrusted high-heel shoes
You must, you must unload
For the way is straight and narrow and few are in the road
Brothers and sisters, there is no other hope
If you’d like to get to heaven and watch eternity unfold
You must, you must unload
And you money-loving christians, you refuse to pay your share
You must unload, you must unload
Trying to get to heaven on the cheapest kind of fare
You must, you must unload
And you power-loving christians in your fancy dining cars
You must unload, you must unload
We see you drinking whiskey and smoking big cigars
You must, you must unload
And you power-loving christians in your fancy dining cars
You must unload, you must unload
We see you drinking whiskey and smoking big cigars
You must, you must unload”
Mr. Reed
In the stinky murky depths of agnosta-atheisma songs like this must surely stick in the craw! Who knows when in history trust in the divine mysterious bit the dust. Wonders like the discovery of fire and the invention of the screw fell prey to all the trouble from the neck up. Any excuse for presenting Ry Cooder’s versions of any gospel classic summon the enduring sacredity clinging wearily to our existence.
Ry likes to restore old ice cream trucks!