"how do you start from the beginning when you are already at the end?"
I saw a glimpse of her this morning as I stepped out of the bath. I don't think she meant for me to catch her. She wasn't looking for me, really. she passed as a quickly as she came.
in that second i saw her ,She was smiling and hiding in some mischievous way.. Like she had caught up with me before I caught up with her.. So i turn to look again.; i lit up when i saw her. She was so young, humming to herself as though it brought her more joy than anything to just hum. She looked ready and eager for whatever she was setting out to do. at the same time i could see contentment and confusion. Her puzzlement was directed at me. It was as a result of what she saw on me i believe, although i am not sure...
I realised i knew her. She was someone i knew
Now i heard this song sometime last week, i had no idea who Hozier was. Otherwise known as
Andrew Hozier-Byrne, this irish singer-songwriter's haunting feel to his music puts him right up there with some of my recent favorites like Sia, Sam Smith and James Blake. Now i am sure i am like most people. Meaning it is likely the tune, beat or rhythm of a song is what draws us firstly; way before we bother with what they are saying. This was quite different for me for some reason. Firstly i thought the title was catchy and i was intrigued.
Hozier's voice is very appropriate for the message too. Deep and arresting
Now the lyrics here y'all!! Oh people i think they were divine!. Its edgy, witty, depressingly beautiful and raw in describing that sweet despair, we call love.Love in all its forms. Love which should transcend into everything but really doesn't.
For me, i think this song tells me to have enough love to accept all things, even that which i cannot understand. Yes that one we all get caught up in that don't we?. So i thought i would shut up and share instead. Love it! I hope you do too
"Take Me To Church" - Hozier
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolution
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
No masters or kings
When the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
Giving up isn't as easy as it seems.It's so deceptive isn't it? It blurs out all the other options, making it difficult to hear those faint voices of laughter that call out to you. Waiting to show themselves if you would look harder. Giving up always looks taller; Standing alone, beckoning you, you the beaten drained gaunt looking contender; beckoning you deceiving, telling you your course been run; waiting to comfort you; perpetually in grief and sorrow, tears your drink, despair your feed...
It is a sad thing to see; you becoming something painful within and without. You are not you. You are lifeless. A thing outside itself.
Outside itself because the real you still had mileage left.some fire left.
I wish you well. I wish you break open from the gray. I wish you sustenance and hope.. For outside the gray is LIFE in ABUNDANCE
