Song Lyrics: “Take Me To Church” by Hozier

Take Me To Church” by Hozier

My lover’s got humor

She still giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody’s disapproval

Should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak

She’s the last true mouthpiece

Every Sunday is getting more bleak

Fresh poison each week

We were born sick, you heard them say

My church offers no absolutes

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 you

Mend me to be well

A-men, amen, amen

Take me to church

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light

I’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless stare, good god

Let me give you my life

Take me to church

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light

I’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless stare, good god

Let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good time

My lovers is sunlight

Keep the goddess on my side

See the mantle sacrifice

Drain the whole sea

It’s some shiny

Something meaty for the main course

That’s a fine looking high horse

What you got in the stable

We the 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 light

I’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless stare, good god

Let me give you my life

Take me to church

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light

I’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that death-less stare, good god

Let me give you my life

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Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event

Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event” by Deftones

No more gold lights,

For the Queen Earth,

To keep you warm,

In your Kingdoms,

High on the waves,

You made for us,

But not since you left,

Have the waves come,

The bar is dead,

And the rocket’s rain,

Is keeping you wet,

In your deathbed,

So high on the waves,

You made for us,

And not since you left,

Have the waves come…

My Immortal

My Immortal” By Evanescence

I’m so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
‘Cause your presence still lingers here,
And it won’t leave me alone,

These wounds won’t seem to heal,
This pain is just to real,
There’s just too much that time cannot erase,

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears,
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have,

All of me,

You used to captivate me by your resonating light,
Now I’m bound by the life you left behind,
My face it haunts my once pleasant dreams,
My voice it chased away all the sanity in me,

These wounds won’t seem to heal,
This pain is just to real,
There’s just too much that time cannot erase,

When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears,
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have,

All of me,

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone,
But though your still with me,
I’ve been alone all along,

Cut It All Right In Two

Right in Two” from 10,000 Days by Tool

Angels on the sidelines,
Puzzled and amused,
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they’re all confused,

Don’t these talking moneys know that,
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,
When there’s one you are bound to divide it,
Right in two,

Angels on the sidelines,
Baffled and confused,
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this what they choose,

Monkey killing monkey, killing monkey,
Over pieces of the ground,
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade,
And when there’s one,
They’re bound to divide it,
Right in two,

Monkey killing monkey, killing monkey,
Over pieces of the ground,
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They make a club,
And beat their brother down,
How they survive so misguided is a mystery,

Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to life an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here,

Cut it right all,
Right in two,

Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky,
Fight over life, over blood, over prayer,
Over head and light,
Fight over love, over sun,
Over another, Fight…

Angels on the sideline again,
Benched along with patience and reason,
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering when this tug of war will end,

Cut it right all,
Right in two,

Right in two…

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I cast the Judgment of Solomon upon my fellow Americans.

This swaddled child of fragile democracy passed down to us from generations of proud Americans shall be for neither the leftwing nor the rightwing — we shall divide it in half. For we cannot come to terms and no aggrieved party shall ever be satisfied henceforth.

Just as the internet already has become complete in its utter division and quartering-off into tightly bound untouching spheres; as shall the the Union be broken forever and the United States shattered to nothing but individual states so that if any union is to be formed it may be formed anew. The same sword that the slew the free web should also slay the entire United States for the electronic landscape is but a mere reflection of what we are as a modern people and as a modern society.

We as a people, as a political and deliberating body, do not communicate any longer and as such it is time to crush the false former preconception that there is such a structure in this world called “The United States of America” as such an entity does not currently exist.

There is but one fair solution: we part our ways from the notion of unity altogether.

People need not tolerate one another any longer, we shall cast our entire social structure into rigid fixtures that do not touch one another. People need not be confused by differing views any longer, we shall keep our intellectuals isolated unto themselves in tight-knit groups that do interact with each other let alone the outside world.

Freedom and liberty can be redefined, just as morality and justice have been in the present day.

We will survive, but first we have to lay down and die.

We will thrive, but first we must lay our head in the guillotine.

I Am The Stone That The Builder Refused

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I am the stone that the builder refused,

I am the visual,

The inspiration that made lady sing the blues,

I am the spark that makes idea bright,

The same spark that lights the dark,

So that you can know your left from your right,

I am the ballot in the box,

The bullet in the gun,

The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son,

The story that just begun,

The promise of what’s to come,

And I’ll remain a soldier until the war is won.

(Lyrics by Asheru)

These words can be taken many ways and turned to suit the ends of the unjust and the power hungry.

But that is not how these words were writ, not how they were intended.

They are like the mantra of the truth-speakers and the brave souls still fighting for social justice in an age of mainstream racism on media entities like Fox News.

I will remain a soldier until this war is won. I want to make that clear. I am not backing down, nor going away.

They’ll have to kill me to get me to stop spreading the truth about the corruption in our government and our press.

Another Lonely Day

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Another Lonely Day” By Ben Harper

Yes indeed, I’m alone again,
And here comes emptiness crashing in,
It’s either love or hate, I can’t find in-between,
Cause I’ve been with witches, and I’ve been with a queen,

It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,
So for now it’s just another lonely day,
Further along we just may,
But for now it’s just another lonely day,

I wish was something that I could say or do,
I could resist anything but, the temptation from you,
But I’d rather walk alone, than chase you around,
I’d rather fall myself, than let you drag me on down,

It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,
So for now it’s just another lonely day,
Further along we just may,
But for now it’s just another lonely day,

Yesterday seems like a lifetime ago,
Because the one I love today, I hardly know,
You who I held so close in my heart,
Grow further from me with every falling tear,

It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,
So for now it’s just another lonely day,
Further along we just may,
But for now it’s just another lonely day.

Alan Keyes Done Got Locked Up

Mr. Keyes, please report to the commissary.”

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Locked Up” by Akon

I’m steady tryin’ to find the motive, why I do what I do,

The freedom ain’t gettin’ no closer, no matter how far I go,

My car is stolen, the registration,

The cops patrolling, and that ain’t done stop me,

Then I got locked up,

They won’t let me out,

Head up town to re-up, back with a couple [Keyes],

Making so much money, products moving fast,

And as I sold the last bag,

Fuqed around and got locked up,

They won’t let me out,

Visitation long longer comes by, seems like they forgot about me,

Commissary getting empty, cell mates getting food without me,

Can’t wait to get out and move forward with my life,

Pay me a visit! Send me some money orders! Where’s my lawyer?

Get me out of here!

Please accept my phone calls!