This is the latest 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 He Flies by Whitney Avalon.
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 Dechristianize by Vital Remains.
[Intro] Trembling to its fall Putting and end to it all By storm, by force With might, without remorse We are here to conquer this world
[Verse 1] Like cancer, our hate consumes the light of elysium Unstoppable force of demonic supremacy All destroying, all devouring Heaven now ravaged; scarred and empty Strike the death knell of the pandemonium Imbrue one’s hands in the blood of christ Washing away all filth of righteousness The dimming of the light Engulfing the trinity
He raped the culture of mankind He raped the pride of the ancient ways He raped all thought of freewill I who will watch you fall into obscurity
Washing away all filth of righteousness The dimming of the light Engulfing the fucking trinity
I spit upon your deity Supposed creator of all things Idol of irreverence you worship above Show your true face, the image of prevarication
Unhallowed be our twilight Thy grace untriumphant Mourn the crowning of unconquerable profanation
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 Atheists Don’t Have No Songs by Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers.
You know, religious people have such beautiful music and art And atheists really have nothing…
Until now!
A little tune called “Atheists Don’t Have No Songs”
Christians have their hymns and pages. (Hymns and pages) Hava Nagila’s for the Jews. (For the Jews) Baptists have the rock of ages. (Rock of ages) Atheists just sing the blues.
Romantics play Claire de Lune. (Claire de Lune) Born agains sing He is risen. But no one ever wrote a tune. (Wrote a tune) For godless existentialism. (For godless existentialism)
For Atheists, There’s no good news. They’ll never sing, A song of faith.
In their songs, They have a rule. The “he” is always lowercase. The “he” is always lowercase.
Some folks sing a Bach cantata. (Bach cantata) Lutherans get Christmas trees. Atheist songs add up to nada. (Up to nada) But they do have Sundays free. (Have Sundays free)
Pentecostals sing, sing to heaven, (Sing to heaven) Gothics had the books of scrolls, (Numerologists count) Numerologists count, count to seven, (Count to seven) Atheists have rock and roll.
For atheists, There’s no good news. They’ll never sing, A song of faith.
In their songs, They have a rule. The “he” is always lowercase. The “he” is always lowercase.
Atheists Atheists Atheists Don’t have no songs!
Christians have their hymns and pages. (Hymns and pages) Hava Nagila’s for the Jews. (For the Jews) Baptists have the rock of ages. (Rock of ages) Atheists just sing the blues.
Catholics, Dress up for mass. And listen to, Gregorian chants.
Atheists, Just take a pass. Watch football in their underpants. Watch football in their underpants.
Atheists Atheists Atheists Don’t have no songs! (Don’t have no songs)
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 isSongs of Sacrilege: Hymn 43 by Jethro Tull.
Oh, father high in heaven Smile down upon your son Whose busy with his money games His women and his gun
Oh, Jesus, save me!
And the unsung Western hero He killed an Indian or three And then he made his name in Hollywood To set the white man free
Oh, Jesus, save me!
If Jesus saves, well, He’d better save Himself From the gory glory seekers who use His name in death
Oh, Jesus, save me!
If Jesus saves, well, He’d better save Himself From the gory glory seekers who use His name in death
Oh, Jesus, save me!
Well, I saw him in the city And on the mountains of the moon His cross was rather bloody He could hardly roll His stone
Oh, Jesus, save me!
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 Hope I’m Stoned When Jesus Takes Me Home by Charlie Worsham.
I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home Flying high through those clouds Knowing I don’t have to ever come down I’m rolling up a J Just in case today’s the day I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home
I believe he put it down here for all of us to use A little piece of heaven to take away your blues I know I’m far from perfect and I’ll call a sin a sin But I feel closer to the Lord every time I breathe it in
Hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home Flying high up through them clouds Knowing I don’t have to ever come down I’m rolling up a J Just in case today’s the day I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home
I can’t wait to talk to Moses ’bout the Red Sea and the plagues Bend Jonah’s ear to hear about livin’ in a whale three whole days Get ol’ St. Pete to show me the pearly gates and the golden streets Well, you can bet I’ll be good and ready to sit down at the feast
I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home Flying high up through them clouds Knowing I don’t have to ever come down I’m rolling up a J Just in case today’s the day I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home
I bet Bob Marley’s mansion has a garden in the back And he’s growin’ somethin’ special, some celestial homemade hash We’ll sit down on his porch, we’ll listen to the angel band ‘Til then, I’ll sing “I’ll Fly Away” with a fat one in my hand
I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home Flying high through those clouds Knowing I don’t have to ever come down I’m rolling up a J Just in case today’s the day I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home
Yeah, let’s roll ourselves a J Just in case today’s the day I hope I’m stoned when Jesus takes me home
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 Jesus Was a Wino by Lydia Loveless.
Well, some days you wake up, Life feels meaningless. You don’t even have the strength to get up and get dressed. Then when you do, you see your clothes are all torn to shreds. And you can’t even afford to buy a needle and thread. So you might go to church to bow your head and pray But that ain’t always enough to get it through the day Sometimes you’ll feel bitter You figure this priest is a mooch And you might just take all of your tithes to a bottle of hooch. And if people knew, they would look down on you Don’t they know that it’s true: Jesus was a wino, too.
Plus, people may ask, “Why have your lips turned black?” “Hey, what the hell is so funny, man? Why have your eyes gone slack?” They’re gonna feel high and mightier to you And I can barely stand I’ll just tell them I couldn’t turn down one more glass of the blood of the lamb
Because if people knew, they would call me a fool I wish they knew it was true Jesus was a wino, too
And this here six-dollar bottle is just about all that I can afford And if I can’t find a corkscrew I’ll just smash it open right here on the floor And you might call me crazy For lapping this off the ground But a few years ago I would be drinkin’ with Jesus right now ‘Cause they may not have had Carlo Rossi way back in His day Jesus had only water but he turned it to wine anyway
And nobody asked, “What would Jesus do?” ‘Cause everybody knew Jesus was a wino too
No, nobody asked, “What would Jesus do?” ‘Cause everybody knew Jesus was a wino too
Oooh, uh huh Uh huh.
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 Steeple by Halestorm.
It stopped raining in my head today I finally feel like myself again Redemption’s here at last Back where it all began In the place where God and the Devil shake hands
This is my kingdom This is my cathedral This is my castle And these are my people This is my armor This is my anchor It’s been a long road outta Hell up to the steeple For this is my church and these are my people
A choir’s singing in my heart today (Whoa) Like a thousand angels breaking the silent parade To the ones I call my own I’m back where I belong In the place where God and the Devil call home
This is my kingdom This is my cathedral This is my castle And these are my people This is my armor This is my anchor It’s been a long road outta Hell up to the steeple For this is my church and these are my people
This is my kingdom This is my cathedral This is my castle And these are my people This is my armor This is my anchor It’s been a long road outta Hell up to the steeple
This is our church You are my people This is our church This is our steeple This is our church You are my people This is our church This is my steeple This is my steeple This is my church This is my steeple
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 comes from the HBO show The Righteous Gemstones. If want to watch a hilarious take on Evangelicalism, especially megachurch culture, The Righteous Gemstones is for you.
One of the best parts of Danny McBride’s god-tier mega-church satire The Righteous Gemstones is the music. The HBO show’s larger-than-life but true-in-essence parody of uber-rich televangelist life sometimes incorporates bits from the music career of Aimee-Leigh Gemstone, the Gemstone family’s late, great matriarch, portrayed in flashbacks by country star Jennifer Nettles. Season one gave us the instant classic “Misbehavin’,” a duet between Aimee-Leigh and her brother Baby Billy, a trashy huckster played with gusto by Walton Goggins. Within the universe of the show, the siblings used to tour around performing that song and others as child stars before Aimee-Leigh married into the Gemstone family. Here they are reuniting to sing and tap their way through it at church.
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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 Songs of Sacrilege is Preachin’ Blues by Son House.
I’m gonna get me some religion I’m gonna join the Baptist church I’m gonna get me some religion I’m gonna join the Baptist church Gonna be a preacher So I don’t have to work I wish I had a heaven (heaven) A heaven of my own I wish I had a heaven (heaven) A heaven of my own Give all of my women A long and happy home I’m gonna preach these blues (these blues) I’m gonna pick my seat and sit down I’m gonna preach these blues (these blues) I’m gonna pick my seat and sit down ‘Cause when the spirit comes Lord knows I’m gonna watch it too Grabbed up my suitcase And took off down the road Grabbed up my suitcase And took off down the road I said, “Farewell, my church” “May the good Lord bless your soul”Bless your soul Bless your soul Bless your soul Bless your soul
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.
This is the latest 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.
The doors to the mission open at seven And the soup will be ready about nine Right now it’s six-thirty, they’re ragged and dirty They’re standin’ and sittin’ and layin’ in line
First they’ll do a little singin’, then hear a little preachin’ And get saved for the 3rd time this week A bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulder And by midnight, they’re back on the street
They walk to the corner of 4th street and Broadway Then take the first alley on the right One of them asks a stranger, “How ’bout a hand”? And he gives ’em one finger at a time
Then they spot an old buddy with a bottle of heaven Then pass around what means everything One bottle for four, thank God, someone scored And now the midnight choir starts to sing
Will they have Mogen David in Heaven? Dear Lord, we’d all like to know Will they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus? If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?
Will they have Mogen David in Heaven? Dear Lord, we’d all like to know Will they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus? If they don’t, who the hell wants to go? If they don’t, who the hell wants to go, dear good God?
Will they have Mogen David in Heaven? Dear Lord, we’d all like to know Will they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus? If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?
Bruce Gerencser, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.