Luck Sees Us the Same

A zillion years ago, a man looked at his datebook, struggled with English and asked, "What's Jesus Flying Day?"



Jesus may fly but Mark Hollis is a god. This song, which I love with my whole tattered black heart, sounds to me like Judas sitting on a wooden chair at the window, staring at the bleak wintry countryside, asking himself what happened - unless it's Jesus, and oh boy.