This is the twenty-fifth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is I Want a Marriage Like They Had in the Bible by Roy Zimmerman, an American satirical singer-songwriter and guitarist.
This is the twenty-sixth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Jerry Falwell’s God by Roy Zimmerman, an American satirical singer-songwriter and guitarist.
Jerry Falwell’s god was standing by the elevator while we were talking about the party, so we had to invite him.
Secretly, we were all wishing that he wouldn’t come, because he’s vengeful and jealous and he tends to smite people.
And, of course, he knew we were thinking that, so it made him all the more determined to show up and punish us.
And I wanted to invite my god, but I couldn’t find him.
But, Jerry Falwell’s god is hard to miss… the gossamer robe and the beard down to here, and the button that says, “What would Jesus do?”
And sure enough, day of the party, there he was at the door.
And he spoke, spaketh he, saying, “I AM COME.”
And I knew there was a joke there… but Jerry Falwell’s god will not be mocked.
So I said, “Come in.”
Jerry Falwell’s god Jerry Falwell’s god Huh!
Now, I’m no heavenly host, but I throw a decent party, and there were people of all kinds there — black, white, Swedish, Norwegian, the whole human spectrum.
And right away, Jerry Falwell’s god found the two people who would listen to him and began spaking in a voice so loud, it made the Beastie Boys sound like the Vienna Boys Choir.
And he made the lame to walk.
And these were my friends, so they were still lame, but they could walk.
And he turned the loaves to fishes, and the Oreos to Hydrox.
And he divided up the room, divided he, saying “Gays here, lesbians here, pagans here, abortionists, feminists, civil libertarians, People for the American Way,” and frankly, some of us did not know where to stand.
I went with the lesbians.
Jerry Falwell’s god Jerry Falwell’s god Huh!
And he pointed his huge finger at each group in turn, saying, “I blame you, and you, and you, who have secularized society and cast me out of the town square,” and I thought, “Man you are the town square.”
He said, “Lo, I have lifted the Veil of Protection, for the end days are here, and the judgment is nigh, where I will draw the faithful to heaven and will leave the unrepentant to walk a desolate earth.” And I thought, “More polyester for the rest of us.”
And he spat fire, and he rained toads, and he brought forth seven bowls of seven plagues, and finally I just said, “Look, I’ll tell you one thing Jesus would not do.
Jesus would not wreck a guy’s party.
And Jesus would not preach hate.
And Jesus would not stand in the rubble and say, ‘I told you so.’
And Jesus would not use an international catastrophe to score points for some misogynistic, narrow, homophobic, anti-Semitic interpretation of his life and teaching.
And if people are jealous and judgmental and vengeful and violent, maybe it’s because you made them in your image.
And if people have cast you out of the town square, maybe it’s because you are a finger-pointing, moralizing, rageaholic, stone drag who gives deities a bad name!
And if people have turned away from your word, maybe it’s because you have spinach in your teeth!”
This is the twenty-seventh installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Hard to Be by David Bazan, an indie rock singer-songwriter from Seattle, Washington.
This is the twenty-eighth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is The Easy Confidence (What I Would Say to You Now) by Quiet Company, an American rock band from Austin, Texas.
I was screaming out your name. I guess you never heard me, but I was screaming it for years, and I think I deserve a reason for why you’ve been so elusive. Now I’ve been thinking about my life and I can’t believe that I have wasted so much time trying to be what everyone loves, the prodigal son returning. Oh, what a sight, the prodigal son returning.
If Jesus Christ ever reached down and touched my life, he certainly left no sign to let me know he had. And I wouldn’t mind that he couldn’t find the time, it’s just that now my heart longs for things that probably don’t exist. But now I think I see this for what it is.
Oh my soul! Oh, my soul is tired, but I’ve got an itch to scratch, I’ve got a stone to throw, and I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones. I’ve got a bone to pick, and I want to pick it clean! Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.
I want something better. I want something real. And this is the part where my exit starts, because I caught a glimpse of the father’s heart. Do we want something we can’t have? So come on, friends, count up your sins: one for being human, two for being born like this. This isn’t love. We’re not in love. If you wanted love, you just should’ve spoken up.
This is the twenty-ninth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Saved by Shelley Segal, an Australian musician.
Say that i need to be saved Say with me the devils got his way I want to know how when you are praying And when you are dooms-daying How you think you know that someone is listening to what you are saying
So you think that you Can tell us how to live our lives Never questioning the source from which your moral code derives You think that suffering is part of some great plan that’s been devised I wonder, I wonder When we’ll be rid of your lies
Say I need to hear the truth A sales-pitch of eternal life and eternal youth All these blessings you are bestowing Upon the one you say is all-knowing Are they really deserved if ‘He’ is sending me where you say I am going?
So you think that you Can tell us how to live our lives Never questioning the source from which your moral code derives You think that suffering is part of some great plan that’s been devised I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
What will it take for you To start opening your eyes To start questioning the bullshit everyone around you buys You think it’s any of your business what goes on between my thighs? I wonder, I wonder, When we’ll be rid of your lies
This is the thirtieth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Eve by Shelley Segal, an Australian musician.
The bible tells me I was made for and from man And I must do for him everything that I can I must surrender to his will, yeah I must submit I can’t make the household decisions coz I am unfit It tells me my place With ever-lasting grace
The bible tells me I must be silent you can’t hear my voice My role has been divinely defined and I have no other choice I may not be a teacher of man, I must cover up my shame These are the laws of the one who in vain I cannot name He tells me my place With ever-lasting grace
And my punishment for wanting to learn Is a painful birth from which I may not return
The bible tells me that I am unclean I am impure you cannot touch me and it has nothing to do with where I’ve been It is part of who I am, It is because I corrupt man I was asking for it just by being a woman He tells me my place With ever-lasting grace
And my punishment for wanting to learn Is a painful birth from which I may not return
The bible tells me I was made for and from man And I must do for him everything that I can I must surrender to his will, yeah I must submit I can’t make the household decisions coz I am unfit It tells me my place With ever-lasting grace
This is the thirty-first installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Glory Hallelujah by Frank Turner, an English folk/singer-songwriter from Meonstoke, Hampshire.
Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news? The storm has lifted and there’s nothing to lose, So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes, Because there never was no God. Step out of the darkness and onto the streets, Forget about the fast, let’s have a carnival feast, Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat, Because there never was no God.
There is no God, So clap your hands together, There is no God, No heaven and no hell. There is no God, We’re all in this together, There is no God, So ring that victory bell.
No cowering in the dark before some overbearing priest, Not waiting until we die until we restitute the meek, No blaming all our failings on imaginary beasts, Because there never was no God. No fighting over land your distant fathers told you of, Not spilling blood for those who have never spread a drop of blood, No finger pointing justified by phantoms up above, Because there never was no God.
And I know you’re scared of dying man and I am too, But just pretending it’s not happening isn’t going to see us through, And if we accept that there’s an end game and we haven’t got much time, Then in the here and now we can try and do things right. We’d be our own Salvation Army, and together we’d believe In all the wondrous things that mere mortals can achieve.
Because I’ve known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day, I’ve sung “Glory Hallelujah! Won’t you wash my sins away?” But now I’m singing my refrain and this is what I say, I say there never was no God.
This is the thirty-second installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Ill Mind of Hopsin 7 by Hopsin, an American rapper, record producer, director and actor from Los Angeles, California.
It’s us, find power Live life, mind power It’s us, find power Live life, mind power
Yo, fuck anybody I might alarm Life is a tour, I sit and ride along Taking some notes and then I write the song I’m staring down the road my life has gone Is this where I belong? Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong? My mental state is fucking me up And I cry the pond while asking you for some answers But we don’t have that type of bond That my desires gone with the way that I’ve been living lately If I died right now, you’d turn the fire on Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sellout Cause I hopped on Christianity so strongly then I fell out Now I’m avoiding questions like a scared dog with his tail down Feeling so damn humiliated because they looking at me like I’m hellbound What story should I tell now? I’ll just expose the truth I’m so close to the fucking edge, I should be close to you But who the fuck are You? You never showed the proof And I’m only fucking human yo, what am I supposed to do? There’s way too many different religions with vivid descriptions Begging all fucking men and women to listen I can’t even beat my dick without getting convicted These ain’t wicked decisions, I got different intentions I’ve been itching to get it, I’ve been given assistance But the whole fucking system is twisted Now I’m dealing with this backlash because Marcus isn’t a Christian And I’ve been told that my sinful life is an addiction But I can’t buy it, it’s just too hard to stand beside it I need an answer and humans can’t provide it I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it It’s truly mind blowing, I can’t deny it Is heaven real? Is it fake? Is it really how I fantasize it? Where’s the Holy Ghost at? How long it take Man to find it? My mind’s a nonstop tape playing and I can’t rewind it You gave me a Bible and expect me not to analyze it? I’m frustrated and you provoked it I’m not reading that motherfucking book because a human wrote it I have a fucking brain, you should know it You gave it to me to think to avoid every useless moment It was a mission that I had to abort Cause humans be lying with such an inaccurate source It’s gon’ be hard to put me back on the course Next Jehovah’s Witness to come on my porch I swear I’m slammin’ the door A lot of folks believe it though, but I’m not surprised Humans are fucking dumb, still thinking that Pac’s alive I ain’t trying to take your legacy and torch it down I’m just saying: I ain’t heard shit from the horse’s mouth Just sheep always telling stories of older guys Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized Now I’m supposed to bow my head and close my eyes And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise Sounds like a fucking Poltergeist Show yourself and then boom it’s done Every rumor’s gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you’re the One I’ll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun And all my old habits can hop onto of a roof to plunge I’ll donate to a charity that could use the funds Fuck the club, instead of bitches I’d hang with a group of nuns And everyone that I ran into would know what I came to do I wouldn’t take a step unless it was in the name of You I hate the fact that I have to believe You haven’t been chatting with me like you did Adam and Eve And I ain’t seen no fucking talking snake unravel from trees With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me I don’t know if you do or don’t exist, it is driving me crazy Send your condolences, this is me reaching to you so don’t forget If hell is truly your pit of fire and I get thrown in it I’mma probably regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit My gut feeling says it’s all fake I hate to say it but fuck it, shit I done lost faith This isn’t a small phase, my perspective’s all changed My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day And in my mind I make perfect sense If you aren’t real then all my prayers aren’t worth a cent That would mean that I could just make up what my purpose is And I could just sit in church and say “fuck” in the services Man what if Jesus was a facade? Then that would mean the government’s god I feel like they’ve been brainwashing us with a lot So much that we don’t even notice that we’re stuck in the box Man everything is “what if”, why is it always “what if” Planet Earth “what if”, the universe “what if” My sacrifice “what if”, my afterlife “what if” Every fucking thing that deals with you is fucking suspect I’m fucking done, I’m fucking done This is my fucking life and I’m living it, I’m having fun If you really care for me, prove that I need to live carefully But I’ll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside for an afterlife that isn’t even guaranteed We are you, and you’re us, stop playing games My life’s all I got, and heaven is all in my brain And when I feel I am in hell, my ideas are what get me through pain Do as you please, and I’ll just do me I’m a human, I’ll stay in my lane Ill mind
This is the thirty-third installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Smak Dem Christians Down by Jay Spears.
Oh, save us from your people, Lord. Oh, save us, Lord, we pray. Oh, save us from your people, Lord. And make ’em go away.
My mammy baptized me you bet I’m washed in the Blood of the Lamb. But here’s one thing I just don’t get — who baptized Uncle Sam? Some folks say the USA was Christian from the start…. But was George Washington a Christian? No! Was Thomas Jefferson a Christian? No! Ben Franklin? No! John Adams? No! Was Abe Lincoln a Christian? No! No! No! They separated Church and State which makes dem Christians frown, And on that day I’m glad to say they smacked dem Christians down!
We gotta Smack dem Christians Down, Smack dem Christians Down, On that day I’m glad to say they Smacked dem Christians smaked dem Christians Smacked dem Christians down.
My daddy hails from Alabam so the South is in my soul. I know firsthand about Dixieland and one Christian Judge’s role. He said “God made different races and gave them homes in separate places….” So Black folk can’t marry white folk! No! Black folk can’t marry white folk! Colored can’t marry white folk! No! Colored can’t marry white folk! Nigras can’t marry white folk! No! Nigras can’t marry white folk! No! The Supreme Court heard it all and to their great renown, On that day I’m glad to say they smacked dem crackers down!
We gotta Smack dem Christians Down, Smack dem Christians Down, On that day I’m glad to say they Smacked dem Christians smaked dem Christians Smacked dem Christians down.
Roll up the Bill of Rights and wap! wap! wap! ’em on the head. Keep your radical Christian agenda away from my gonadicals and my pudenda!
I wish dem whacked-out Christian fools would learn from history Instead of tryin’ to foist their bonehead rules on ‘mos like me. If you wanna live in a theocracy maybe ya oughta move to Saudi Arabia. Is the U.S. Government Islamic? No! Is it Buddhist? No! Is it Hindu? No! Jewish? No! Catholic? No! Is the U.S. Government Christian? No! No! No! So if dem Christians don’t back off we’ll run ’em outta town, And on that day I’m glad to say we’ll Smack dem Christians Down!
We gotta Smack dem Christians Down, Smack dem Christians Down, On that day I’m glad to say we’ll Smack Dem Christians Down.
This is the thirty-fourth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Shadows Die by Black Veil Brides,an American rock band based in Hollywood, California.
Tear down the cross, Splinters and shards. Remembered this Trojan horse Rode to the land we enter.
We’ll burn away And free our fallen brothers From shackles made Of steel and bones of soldiers.
Yeah!
Let shadows die So I can feel alive. A church of lies Can’t tell me what is right.
Our little victories and desires won’t live on Let shadows die So I can feel alive, feel alive
I feel alive, yeah
In fear and faith The candles light our freedom. By tainted night we live this war of wisdom.
The streets are stained With blood that ran their kingdom And feed the beast that lies beneath our treason.
Let shadows die So I can feel alive. A church of lies Can’t tell me what is right.
Our little victories and desires won’t live on. Let shadows die So I can feel alive, feel alive
F.E.A.R. round up these rebels These deviants, these so-called Wild Ones We will litter the streets with their bones And annihilate the dangerous and obtuse ideas poisoning your children, Endangering your freedom, giving rise to the destruction of the benevolent future we have prepared for you. You belong to the shadows, and the shadows are where you will remain safe. Do not disobey.
Let shadows die So I can feel alive. A church of lies Can’t tell me what is right.
Our little victories and desires won’t live on. Let shadows die So I can feel alive, feel alive
This is the thirty-fifth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Stand Up for Jesus by Dick Gaughan, a Scottish musician.
The Romans were the masters When Jesus walked the land In Judea and in Galilee They ruled with an iron hand The poor were sick with hunger And the rich were clothed in splendour And the rebels, whipped and crucified Hung rotting as a warning And Jesus knew the answer – “Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” Said, “Love your enemies” But Judas was a Zealot and he Wanted to be free “Resist”, he said, “the Romans’ tyranny”
Chorus: So stand up, stand up for Judas And the cause that Judas served It was Jesus who betrayed the poor with his word
Now Jesus was a conjuror, Miracles were his game He fed the hungry thousands And they glorified his name He cured the lame and leper He calmed the wind and the weather And the wretched flocked to touch him So their troubles would be taken And Jesus knew the answer – “All you who labour, all you who suffer Only believe in me” But Judas sought a world where no-one Starved or begged for bread “The poor are always with us”, Jesus said
Now Jesus sowed division Where none had been before Not the slave against the master But the poor against the poor Caused son to rise up against father And brother to fight against brother For “He that is not with me Is against me” was his teaching Said Jesus, “I am the answer You unbelievers shall burn forever Shall die in your sins” “Not sheep or goats” said Judas but “Together we may dare Shake off the chains of tyranny we share”
Jesus stood upon the mountain With a distance in his eyes “I am the Way, the Life” he cried “The Light that never dies So renounce all earthly treasures And pray to your heavenly father” And he pacified the hopeless With the hope of life eternal Said Jesus, “I am the answer And you who hunger only remember Your reward’s in heaven” So Jesus preached the other world But Judas wanted this And he betrayed his master with a kiss
By sword and gun and crucifix Christ’s gospel has been spread And two thousand cruel years have shown The way that Jesus led The heretics burned and tortured And the butchering bloody Crusaders The bombs and rockets sanctified That rain down death from heaven They followed Jesus, they knew the answer All unbelievers must be believers Or else be broken “So place no trust in saviours” Judas said, “for everyone Must be to his or her own self a sun”
This is the thirty-sixth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.
Today’s Song of Sacrilege is God Was Never on Your Side by Motorhead.
If the stars fall down on me And the sun refuse to shine Then may the shackles be undone, And all the old words, cease to rhyme. If the skies, turn into stone, It will matter not at all, For there is no heaven in the sky, Hell does not wait for our downfall,
Let the voice of reason shine, Let the pious vanish for all times, God’s face is, hidden, all unseen, You can’t ask him what it all means He was never on your side, God was never on your side Let right or wrong, alone decide, God was never on your side.
See the ten thousand ministries, See the holy righteous dogs, They claim to heal but all they do is steal, Abuse your faith, cheat & rob. If god is wise, why is he still, When these false prophets call him friends, Why is he silent, is he blind, Are we abandoned in the end?
Let the sword of reason shine, Let us be free of prayer & shrine God’s face is hidden, turned away He never has a word to say He was never on your side God was never on your side Let right or wrong, alone decide, God was never on your side. (No, No, No)
He was never on your side, God was never on your side Never, Never, Never, Never, Never on your side [x2] God was never on your side, Never on your side.
