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Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA

Twitter: @slowdragremedy

Email: slowdragwithremedy@gmail.com

Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com

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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?