Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA
Twitter: @slowdragremedy
Email: slowdragwithremedy@gmail.com
Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com
Rate this Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/slowdrag
Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, “Soul for Hire”: http://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php/Soul_For_Hire
“Soul for Hire”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuXtvYtVsnQ&list=RDcuXtvYtVsnQ&start_radio=1
Companion Blog: https://slowdragwithremedy.home.blog/2020/07/14/episode-49-soul-for-hire/
References:
Episode 2 of “Slow Drag with Remedy,” “And You Only Wanted to be Famous.” It’s a slow drag with “Alibi,” another gem from “When I was Cruel”: https://directory.libsyn.com/episode/index/show/slowdragwithremedy/id/11068049
Episode 42 of “Slow Drag with Remedy,” “A Creature of Habit.” It’s a slow drag with “Tart,” another gem from “When I was Cruel”: https://directory.libsyn.com/episode/index/show/slowdragwithremedy/id/14276159
So, until next time, Adieu, my little ballyhoo
Hang my head and shut my eyes
What kind of justice is this?
Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame, the fees, the glory
For whoring in the practice of the law
I make my case stop and stutter
Soul comes unglued from the uppers
Blood is seeping in the hole
A mother's eye is weeping
I see every human kind
And still the truth is distant
I hear every evil men do and desire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
When it's time to give protection
To the ones who need it most, who are desperate
I get distracted from my job
Streams of ink and piles of paper
What are the breaks?
Jump out the window? Parole? Escape?
Blood is seeping in the hole
A mother's eye is weeping
Hang my head and shut my eyes
I can't see justice twisted
I hear every evil men do and desire
Got to be more than just a soul for hire
When it's time to give protection
To the ones who need it most, who are desperate
I get distracted from my job
Streams of ink and piles of paper
To hand them over to dopers and kiddie-rapers
Corrupt in every twisted grudge
And that is just the judge
Hang my head and shut my eyes
What kind of justice it this?