Man, you couldn’t even write this song in 2020. I mean, receiver isn’t even part of our daily vocabulary. Lift up the mobile I’ll make you a…. what? Okay, bad joke. sorry. This song has only about 50% of the impact without big bass speakers working it, but it still says plenty. And I’ll shut up about Depeche Mode after this. I’m moving on. I’ll shake the disease (har!).

Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess

I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there

Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer

I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out reach out
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

I’ve said this again and again. Depeche Mode will always get credit from my quarters for making that connect between religious ecstasy and devotion and sexual ecstasy and devotion. You’ve been there, when you’re right in the filthy sweat of it, speaking in tongues, and then after lying there shattered. Stuff so good it makes you levitate.

I’m just saying.

Hell, we’ll throw this in here, some cuts from a 1998 tour just because the sound and video quality are first rate from MTV Koln. This includes that may be my favorite version of Home.