"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 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 Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. [Chorus 2x:] 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 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 [Chorus 2x:] 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. Amen. Amen. Amen. [Chorus 2x:] 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 -This song is about being gay. And being accepted for who you are and your past. It reflects me because my life has been hell. And others dont accept me for what happend to me. They think im "washed up" . and it hurts . And im just a confused person.
My song wasn't just put because it's bird related. It's called that bird has a broken wing by sun kil moon, it's lines like; Had trouble getting out of bed, Basked in the grey of fog instead That I can relate to my depressive episodes.
*"Clever Meals"* by Tegan & Sara They aren't desperate for love and affection They're desperate for you And as they sit out there all sly and sure Does anyone feel as they do I'm quite sure we'll find one another In a place better than this A time filled with us And we'll send up our shooting stars and comets And we'll make our little gestures We'll make our little comments This song is my anthem and it makes up my ideals And who I am Has benefitted from All my cleverly planned meals I'm stripped and vital And I see rules that almost fit And if I voice my opinion Will you stay and sit And as I stand here screaming in despair I say yes this is my life And yes you should care Hardly happy at all And I'm ready to take the fall We pay for the stupid things We've done where I come from Can you sit through this Or is it gonna be too deep Will you ever use common sense I hear it comes pretty cheap And if I speak more clearly If I make more sense Will you shut your mouth You won't come across so dense Close your eyes and then you free your mind You're free to fly