Mister Mister Posted October 25, 2014 Share Posted October 25, 2014 Is anyone familiar with the emerging young artist Hozier? He is a great singer and writes interesting songs with a strong emotional content. I bring it up here because a lot of his lyrics seem to be about some deep and interesting issues, religious indoctrination, child abuse, sexual repression, and so on. These two particular songs have some interesting content. It's interesting to me when these things brush up with pop culture.Take Me to ChurchMy lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should've worshiped her soonerIf the heavens ever did speakShe's the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleakA fresh poison each week'We were born sick,' you heard them say itMy Church offers no absolutes.She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'The only heaven I'll be sent toIs when I'm alone with you—I was born sick,But I love itCommand me to be wellAmen. Amen. Amen. Amen.[Chorus 2x:]Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my lifeIf I'm a pagan of the good timesMy lover's the sunlightTo keep the Goddess on my sideShe demands a sacrificeDrain the whole seaGet something shinySomething meaty for the main courseThat's a fine looking high horseWhat you got in the stable?We've a lot of starving faithfulThat looks tastyThat looks plentyThis is hungry work[Chorus 2x:]Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knifeOffer me my deathless deathGood God, let me give you my lifeNo Masters or KingsWhen the Ritual beginsThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sinIn the madness and soil of that sad earthly sceneOnly then I am HumanOnly then I am CleanAmen. Amen. Amen. Amen.[Chorus 2x:]Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my life Cherry Wine Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry As she can be I walk my days on a wire It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh mamma, don't fuss over me [Chorus:] The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother But I want it, it's a crime That she's not around most of the time [Chorus:] Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time [Chorus:] Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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