Lagið Take Me To Curch með hljómsveitinni Hozier er eitt af fáum lögum sem hafa haft virkileg djúpstæð áhrif á mig andlega. Fyrir utan hvað laglínan er góð og söngurinn, er textinn frábærlega skrifaður með sterkum samfélagslegum skilaboðum. Eftir að hafa hlustað á lagið í útvarpinu í nokkurn tíma og raulað með (hækkað í botn í leiðinni) ákvað ég að fara á youtube og horfa á myndbandið við lagið. Ég áttaði mig fyrst núna eftir allan þennan tíma og hlustun hvað lagið snýst í raun um, og það hversu ótrúlega sterkt myndbandið er sjónrænt gerir skilaboð textans svo skýr og áhrifamikil. Mér féllust tár.
Skylduáhorf fyrir alla, unga sem aldna.
HÉR er áhugaverð útskýring á textanum, en ég mæli eindregið með að lesa textann yfir áður en horft er á myndbandið.
My lover’s got humor
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouth piece
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 (x3)
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your life
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless heaven
Good god, let me give you my life
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
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life
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 (x3)
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
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
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