Новый ирландский певец - Hozier. Первый альбом, первая песня, первый клип. Песня про любовь, клип вдохновлен событиями в России. Ненавистью к гомосексуалистам, организованными издевательствами.
“The video references the recent increase of organised attacked and torturing of homosexuals in Russia, which is subsequent to a long, hateful and oppressive political campaign against the LGBT Community.
The song was always about humanity at its most natural, and how that is undermined ceaselessly by religious organisations and those who would have us believe they act in its interests. What has been seen growing in Russia is no less than nightmarish, I proposed bringing these themes to the story and Brendan likes the idea.” (это говорит Hozier, а Брендан - режиссер Brendan Canty) Клип появился в конце сентября, быстро набрал сотни и десятки тысяч просмотров, сам Стивен Фрай о нем написал. Сейчас - один из кандидатов на лучший клип года на сайте The Irish Times (голосование до 15.12.)
[текст песни] 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 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
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