vrijdag 5 december 2014

Hozier



Hozier stijgt op 6 december 2014 van 14 naar 6 in de 7e week notering. De single was een bescheiden hitje in Nederland (#34), maar door het grote succes in Vlaanderen (tien weken #1) kwam de track weer in de belangstelling met top 10-succes als resultaat.


Andrew Hozier-Byrne werd geboren op 17 maart 1990. Hij is afkomstig uit Ierland en studeerde muziek in Dublin. Tot 2012 was hij lid van Anuna, waarmee hij ook in Nederland op het podium stond. In 2012 ging hij solo verder en al vrij snel verscheen zijn mini-album Take Me To Church. In het najaar van 2013 bereikt de titeltrack de tweede plaats van de Ierse hitlijst en in Luxemburg nummer 1. In Nederland kwam de single tot de 34e plaats.

Hozier - Take Me To Church
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'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 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
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 you 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 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
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
Oh, oh
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
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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