If it weren't for cars, what would be left for Americans to have opinions about?
Fullerton was quick to pick fights with Cadillac loyalists. "A dishonest machine," he explained to Dorothy Kilgallen after his 1962 appearance on What's My Line. (His "line" was arch-shaman of the First Church of Latter Day Cowboys.) "Dishonest because it's pretentious, and pretention is the hobgoblin of righteousness."
He took a cheerfully post-apocalyptic view of the machine. When the last Cadillac takes its last roll and Venus aligns with Mars, the fleet-footed (and fleet-wheeled) Mercury (preferably a '49 Mercury 8 convertible) will streak to its rightful place as the crown of Fullerton's Utopian cosmology.
Fullerton was quick to pick fights with Cadillac loyalists. "A dishonest machine," he explained to Dorothy Kilgallen after his 1962 appearance on What's My Line. (His "line" was arch-shaman of the First Church of Latter Day Cowboys.) "Dishonest because it's pretentious, and pretention is the hobgoblin of righteousness."
He took a cheerfully post-apocalyptic view of the machine. When the last Cadillac takes its last roll and Venus aligns with Mars, the fleet-footed (and fleet-wheeled) Mercury (preferably a '49 Mercury 8 convertible) will streak to its rightful place as the crown of Fullerton's Utopian cosmology.
Mission Belle - The Black Album (Under construction)

The payload of this collection is a bomb bay full of uncatagorizable Neon Leon tunes. We feel they sing for themselves.
Songs on this page:
Songs on this page:
- Here's To You
- Last Cadillac
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2. The Last Cadillac
copyright Leon Fullerton [Audio track coming soon.]
When the last Cadillac runs the last red light on Broadway, when the last gypsy cab spirits its last checkered fare into the night, when the last sweet young thing kisses her sugar-dad goodnight, when the last broken hustler sees the light, you can come to me, I'll be your secret stranger, you can come to me, I know who you are, you can come to me, don't mind my strange behavior, you can come to me, I'll be your lonesome star. When the last gutter-baptized prophet has been washed out to sea, when the last marked card has fluttered to the floor, when the last pedal steel's strange, silver strains sweetly moans, when the last seeds of darkness are sown, you can come to me.... When the last murky cafe has drawn its shutters tight, when the last deadbolt is drawn against the night, when the last ancient hobo finds his Boulevard of Dreams, when the last young fool has found his heart's delight, you can come to me.... |