Today's slow drag is with "God's Comic," from "Spike," released in 1989. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello's birth name. . . . Show Notes: Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/slow_drag_remedy/ Bluesky Social: https://bsky.app/profile/slowdragwithremedy.com   Email: [email protected]   Transcription: https://slowdragwithremedy.weebly.com Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com Rate this Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/slowdrag   References: Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, "God's Comic" https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=God%27s_Comic "God's Comic" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajjBxMCMQQs "God's Comic" Live https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0N6TfU54o8 "Requiem" by Andrew Lloyd Webber https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3CG8pUpVjg "God is dead": What Nietzsche really meant": https://bigthink.com/thinking/what-nietzsche-really-meant-by-god-is-dead/  Purchase "The Most Terrible Time in My Life…Ends Thursday" Listen to the audiobook for free at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq7n1pN8D1Y   "God's Comic" Lyrics  I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fella The crowd would hoot and holler for more  I wore a drunk's red nose for applause  Oh yes, I was a comical priest  "With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"  Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint  Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar    (Chorus:) Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead  And I'm going on to meet my reward  I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared  He might've never heard God's comic    So, there he was on a waterbed, drinking a cola of a mystery brand  Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"  He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"  "I've been wading through all of this unbelievable junk  And wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys"    (Repeat Chorus)    I'm gonna take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores  They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors    I'm sitting here on the top of the world, I hang around in the longest night  Until each beast has gone to bed and then I say "God bless" and put out the light    While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe  And you beg and you promise and you bargain and you plead  Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus  It's the big white beard, I suppose  I'm going up to the Pole, where you folks die of cold  I might be gone for a while if you need me    Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead And you're all going on to meet your reward  Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?  You might have never heard, but God's comic

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