Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Love express... HOZIER

 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

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