I EXPECT TO FIND HIM LAUGHING

Guilty pleasure.

Blasphemous Rumors—Depeche Mode

I swear I’m not doing this to be perverse.

As well focused as my distaste for Depeche Mode is, I can’t get around the fact that I really like this song.

Yeah, it’s as dumbly earnest and adolescently questioning as anything they ever did. Girl of 16, wants to die, tries by her own hand, does not succeed, mother prays, girl finds Jesus, girl gets hit by car, girl dies.

Are you there God? It’s me, Martin.

But still, for some reason it works for me.

Maybe it’s the life-support machine that sounds like it’s churning out Orange Fanta Slurpees…