Hoizier’s Take Me To Church: The Greatest Song Ever?
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When I wrote an article a few days ago about my hatred of the Christianity and the church, it came from a place of profound anger at the critical mass of humanity, who are prepared to confer epistemic authority upon anything that came from the established church.
It came from a place of indignation at the continued exploitation of the poorest in our midst, who have been abandoned by the politicians and even more so by those meant to provide spiritual succor and respite from the everyday madness.
And It also came from a place of great inspiration.
This was from an Irish singer-songwriter by the name of Hoizier. Released in September 2013, Take me to church, was a song which was about the hypocrisy of the Catholic church as it was about love between two individuals, in a society shaped by homophobia and shame, of which religion has played an outsized role.
And I have taken the liberty of reproducing the lyrics below:
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 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 absolutes
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
A-, Amen, Amen, AmenTake 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 lifeIf I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
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 workTake me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at…
