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Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell


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Дата рождения 7 августа 1950 г.
Место рождения Houston, Texas, USA
Жанры Country
Годы 1978—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Columbia Records
MCA Records
Sugar Hill Records
См. также Emmylou Harris
Rosanne Cash
The Notorious Cherry Bombs
Los Super Seven
Сайт Website



Альбом Rodney Crowell


Sex & Gasoline (2007)
2007
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Truth Decay
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I Want You #35
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Funky And The Farm-Boy
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Forty Winters
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So much beauty, abs and tush
Swoop down on you like a burnin' bush
Pop religion bullwhip thin
Says you ain't nothing but the shape you're in
Come on now girl, genuflect nude magazine
This mean old world runs on sex and gasoline

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

You're 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, that's 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 man's 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 boys 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

. . .


Time is jammed and flying fast
Breaks the bed and the pots hold rough
I'm out here running from the past
What we had was not enough

And she just touched down in Hollywood
And her friends all say she's looking good
I saw it coming from the start
She's a moving work of art

The night is thick and the moon rings red
And the stars are out of place
My mind is liquid in my head
Beneath the waves I see her face

Then she pulls herself some tall coin gown
Turning heads out there in tinsel town
She's so cool, it breaks your heart
She's a moving work of art

Who we were and what we had
Keeps me guessing to this day
It's enough to drive you mad
She's a million miles away

Bet she's out there thinking on her feet
Making passes through [Incomprehensible] complete
She's as smooth as she is smart
She's a moving work of art
You see how she sets herself apart
She's a moving work of art

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If I could have just one wish
Maybe for an hour
I wanna be a woman
And feel that phantom power

Maybe I'd wanna stick around for a while
Until my heart got broke
Maybe then I could find out if I'm a half decent man
Or if I'm just a joke

If I could be the first woman president
I'd take on air pollution
I'd walk the streets of Baghdad at dawn
To find the real solution

I'd bear my soul for the people to read
I'd make my secrets known
I'd rather really be assassinated first day in office
Or die somewhere alone

It's no excuse to be obtuse
It's no excuse to be deaf, dumb and blind
When evolution is a thing of no use
It likes to call itself intelligent design

So here's the world in the palm of my hand
How come I'm feeling so tender
It's a man's world, I've heard it since birth
I'm out of touch with my gender

I wanna feed the hungry, I wanna heal the sick
I wanna stifle the causes of suffering and hate
I wanna know my enemy by the look in its eyes
I wanna stop on this madness before it's too late

I don't care if you think I've gone crazy
Messianic delusion is a back breaking crime
I've got a dog and a gold fish and a friend in the navy
Don't know nothing about intelligent design

It's no excuse to be brutal
It's no excuse to be vile
It's no excuse to wanna die for religion
I harm an innocent child

It's no excuse to be a slick politician
When the whole New Orleans is drowning in brine
I'm not mistaken, it was Darwin's position
That the whole new evidence is caused by intelligent design

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Truth Decay

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I Want You #35

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I'd love to hear you laughing
Love so see you smile
Dance that little dance you danced
When you were just a child

The way the world came at you
Left you bitter and confused
The more I tried to guide your path
The more you just felt used

The sun comes up to my room
But there are no guarantees
It can rock you like a baby
It can knock you to your knees

The path that lies between us
Is a star crossed avenue
I've done everything I can
There's nothing I can do

So you loved that girl to death
And you're scared to take a breath
It's like everything you've dread
Swings are hammer in your head

So her heart's locked in a vault
And you think it's all your fault
It's a dream as old as dirt
And you can't stand to see her hurt

May the little voice that guides you
Send a message through for me
Reminding you you're beautiful
And will forever be

I wish that I could be there now
To tell you it's alright
It's a darkened, taunting raiser's edge
You're walking on the night

The sun comes up to my room
But there are no guarantees
It can rock you like a baby
It can knock you to your knees

The path that lies between us
Is a rough and rocky route
I've done everything I can
And there's nothing I can do

So you're learning to let go
And the process is so slow
While your baby plums the depths
You keep climbing up the stairs

She was daddy's little girl
You were ruler of the world
And now she's out there in the fray
I'll bet she'll be back someday

You heard me say a million times
My work is never done
For those who keep the wolves at bay
There is no setting sun

To see you standing here today
Pretty child, you've come so far
Which proves that you can find your way
No matter where you are

The sun comes up to my room
But there are no guarantees
It can rock you like a baby
It can knock you to your knees

The path that lies between us
It's the long way home, it's true
I've done everything I can
And there's nothing I can do
I've done everything I can and look at you

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Know me if you must
But don't try to make my life easy
I don't wanna be somebody
That I can't better be

I don't wanna stand in the back
When I can't sit down in the front
I don't wanna laugh about ol' Jack
An' I don't wanna [Incomprehensible]

Who do you trust?
Who do you wanna put your faith in?

You know how to live
Somewhat better than the rest
You know how to be somebody
Who not put to the test

Upside down and inside out
You don't ever stumble
You know what you're talking about
You don't ever fumble

Who do you trust?
Who do you wanna put your faith in?

They say that your love conquers all
But they don't tell you who to call
Somebody play something right now

If I do unto others
The way I want it done to me
Then I'll get into heaven, well
I guess we'll have to wait and see

This life is a game of hide and don't seek
And I don't know where I stand
'Cause when I turn the other cheek
She hits me with the other hand

Who do you trust?
Who do you wanna put your faith in?

They say that time use every wind
Guess we have to just stay tuned
And that same old road outside my door
Always leaves me wanting more

Who do you trust?

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I don't mind the thought of growing old
But I don't wanna lose my sense of humor
I'm okay as long as I can laugh
I don't care if everything goes wrong
Even if it's only for a while
I'm alright if I can see you smile

You're an old fashion girl
At home, in a modern world
The night is just right, my love

Somewhere down the line the wheels come off
You may find me broke down by the highway
I'm alright as long as I can walk
And if it comes to pass I'm losing touch
As long as I can feel you close to me
I'm alright where I'm supposed to be

You're an old fashion girl
At home, in a modern world
The night is just right, my love

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm not
Maybe this moment is all we have got
Well, I don't think that I'm afraid to die
Still in all I'd rather live forever
See a million full moons rising in the sky
The morning sun light shining in your eyes

You're an old fashion girl
At home, in a modern world
The night is just right, my love
The night is just right, my love

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Funky And The Farm-Boy

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Forty Winters

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I don't like humus, I hate long lines
Nosy neighbors and the nation blind
Chirpy news anchors alter my mood
I'm offended by buss words like awesome men do

I look like a train wreck, I feel like a blob
Till you get to know me, you may think I'm a snob
But I'm closer to heaven than I've ever been

I don't eat sushi, I don't smoke grass
I don't wear pajamas, I don't drive fast
I hate that all gossip and tassel shoes
Slick politicians, they give me the blues

I don't ride in Limos, I don't play golf
I don't own a riffle that will blow your head off
But I'm closer to heaven than I've ever been

I'm riding that way from cradle to grave
I'm learning to feel my hands on the wheel

I love my friends, I love my wife
Four little babies are the light of my life
I love Sissy Spacek, I love God Clark
All the biscuits and gravy I can eat with a fork

I don't wanna be famous, who gives a damn?
I just wanna be happy where ever I am
And I'm closer to heaven than I've ever been
I'm closer to heaven than I've ever been

Closer to heaven
Closer to heaven

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