And remember, I've been your right-hand man all along

Sometime last year, lesser_celery introduced me to Robyn Hitchcock. This is perhaps my favorite song of his. I think the version I have may be earlier than that recorded on A Star for Bram, and I'm not entirely sure that it wasn't ripped from a soundtrack, either, but it stays with me. It feels like an unfinished haunting.

Judas Sings (Jesus & Me)

You're so degraded, you're so alone
Nothing can save you, not even the phone
This is the capital of bad luck and dope
Breaking a piece off you is your only hope

Nobody loves you but Jesus and me
I've got my reasons

You're so corrupted, you're so extreme
God and the angels are out of your dream
This is the century of I don't believe
In anything but what's up my sleeve
So what's up your sleeve?

Nobody loves you but Jesus and me
I've got my reasons, so does he
I want your money, but he wants your soul

I said I loved you and it was true
Nobody knows that better than you
I'm not political, I did what I could
I didn't mean no harm, but I mean no good

Nobody loves you but Jesus and me
I've got my reasons, so does he
I want your mystery, but he wants your soul