My thanks for Martin Gore et al., for writing songs that lend themselves so well to the kind of story I like to write - more images than plot.
A story told in (55) Depeche Mode song titles
Higher love is a Strange love In Your room, Little 15. You were Wrong; please Never let me down again!
Shake the disease, Love thieves for You should be higher. You think you’re wearing a Halo? Dream on – that’s a Pain I’m used to Behind the wheel, or Walking in my shoes on Route 66… But not tonight.
You see the World in my eyes through A Broken frame Happiest girl, all Dressed in black. But It’s no good -- a Sea of sin, a Black celebration. In a World full of nothing, the Bottom line is Sometimes we need to sing our Songs of faith and devotion to our Personal Jesus, to be made Clean – it’s just A question of time, not Useless, my Sister of night. There is only Mercy in you, Lord, no Condemnation. I feel love when I lose myself… and then Surrender. That is the Sweetest perfection. We get Some great reward when we Get the balance right, and that’s not Nothing, Lillian; I told you so.
People are people Sometimes. It doesn’t matter. They Leave in silence with a Photograph of you because they want to See you. There’s Nothing to fear in The sun and the rainfall – it’s all Pleasure little treasure, like Waiting for the night in Stories of old.
Enjoy the silence.