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 Bruised and Bloodied by Seether.
Add meat to the body, abandon your own welfare Feel safe in the knowledge that you’ll save yourself with prayer Disgrace everybody then bask in the afterglow If I beat myself it seems like you just don’t care at all It’s really fucking pitiful
I’m not asking to pray about Parade around Or save somebody Lost the courage, I’m craven now You’re way too proud All bruised and bloodied
Conceit so lovely you’ve led me into despair This rape and pillage of all things that I hold dear Deface my body with gifts that you now bestow When I need somebody it seems like you’re just not there at all It’s really fucking pitiful
I’m not asking to pray about Parade around Or save somebody Lost the courage, I’m craven now You’re way too proud All bruised and bloodied
These disembodied emotions are all laid bare So please tell me, when will I wake from this new nightmare
I’m not asking to pray about Parade around Or save somebody Lost the courage, I’m craven now You’re way too proud All bruised and bloodied
Bruce Gerencser, 68, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 47 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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.
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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 Inside the Fire by Disturbed.
Hahahaha Ohh Devin, won’t go to heaven She’s just another lost soul about to be mine again Leave her, we will receive her
It is beyond your control, will you ever meet again? Devin, no longer living Who had been rendered unwhole as a little child She was taken and then forsaken
You will remember it all, let it blow your mind again Devin lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal Give your soul to me for eternity Release your life to begin another time with her End your grief with me, there’s another way
Release your life, take your place inside the fire with her Sever, now and forever You’re just another lost soul about to be mine again See her? you’ll never free her
You must surrender it all if you’d like to meet again Fire, all you desire As she begins to turn cold and run out of time You will shiver, ’til you deliver
You will remember it all, let it blow your mind again Devin lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal Give your soul to me for eternity Release your life to begin another time with her End your grief with me, there’s another way
Release your life, take your place inside the fire with her Give your soul to me for eternity Release your life to begin another time with her End your grief with me, there’s another way Release your life, take your place inside the fire with her Ooh Devin, no longer living Who had been rendered unwhole as a little child She was taken and then forsaken You will remember it all, let it blow your mind again
Bruce Gerencser, 68, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 47 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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.
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This is the one hundred seventy-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 Songs of Sacrilege is The Spirit Bears The Curse by Derek Webb. Webb, formerly part of Contemporary Christian Music group Caedmon’s Call, is now an unbeliever. The song “sounds” like a praise and worship song until the end, and then takes an interesting turn.
help me to forget
all of my regret
i know you’re strong enough to do the job
you go by many names
forever stay the same
your promises i claim
you’re all i’ve got
we gather here because we know
there’s nowhere else that we can go
where we can be really free
so we raise our voice
we raise an offering
would you come near
and quench our thirst
oh, lift our hearts
as the spirit bears the curse
oh, we depend on you
we know that you’ll come through
we feel it instantly when you move
it’s more than chemistry
more than community
you enter into me
you’re in my veins
you bear the weight of all our grief
uncertainty and unbelief
oh, you restore our sanity
so we raise our voice
we raise an offering
would you come near
and quench our thirst
oh, lift our hearts
as the spirit bears the curse
now my knees are weak
my speech is slurred
oh, the things you shake
oh, the things you stir
i am calling out the only name
that delivers me from my guilt and shame
oh, alcohol
alcohol
oh, alcohol
we raise our voices for alcohol
alcohol
an offering for alcohol
alcohol
oh, alcohol
oh, alcohol
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Revelation 22:20 by Puscifer.
Don’t be aroused by my confession Unless you don’t give a good goddamn about redemption, I know Christ is comin’ and so am I You would too if this sexy devil caught your eye
She’ll suck you dry And still you’ll cry to be back in her bosom To do it again She’ll make you weep And moan and cry to be back in her bosom To do it again
(Pray) ‘Til I go blind (Pray) ‘Cause nobody ever survives Prayin’ to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike She’ll eat you alive
Jesus is risen, it’s no surprise Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs The pressure is building at the base of my spine If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie, lie, lie
She’ll make you cry I’ll sell my soul to be back in your bosom Gladly now please suck me dry And still you’ll cry to be back in her bosom To do it again
(Pray) ‘Til I go blind (Pray) ‘Cause nobody ever survives Prayin’ to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike She’ll eat you alive
My pulse has been rising, my temples are pounding The pressure is so overwhelming and building So steady there, Freddy, I’m ready to blow What is she, what is she, what is she waiting for?
(Pray) (Pray) (Pray) (Pray)
(Pray) ‘Til I go blind (Pray) ‘Cause nobody ever survives (Pray) Prayin’ to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike She’ll eat you alive
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Into My Arms by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that’s true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
But I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
Warning! This song contains explicit sexual references.
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Saving Myself for Jesus by Birdcloud ( duo Jasmin Kaset and Makenzie Green).
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Old Time Religion by Parker Millsap.
He’s got old time religion
Buries his cash in a coffee can
And he makes his decisions
Down on his knees yeah he’s a full grown man
And he had a vision
Of a fire it burned up all of the land
You could call it superstition
You could run just as fast as you can
He took a beating
His father screamed at the top of his lungs
An Old Testament reading
If you spare the rod you spoil the son
He’s got scars for his bleeding
Fear of God fills everyone
You can listen to Him pleading
Pleadings for the holy son (to)
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It’s good enough for me
He’s got a King James edition
With all of the words of Christ in red
And he reads the inscription
Every night when he goes to bed
And he goes fishing
For sinnin’ men like Jesus said
Got an old time conviction
Keeps the bodies in the shed
He had a woman
Took her to church every Sunday morn
He said submit to your husband
Submit to me thus, sayeth the Lord
Well he never saw it coming
When she tried to get away in his ‘34 Ford
Now a widower is strumming on a banjo with a missing cord
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It’s good enough for me
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It’s good enough
It’s good enough
It’s good enough for me
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Thoughts and Prayers by Drive-By Truckers.
When the carnage was over you could hear the cellphones ringing
You could smell gunpowder in the air
On the bloody ground the LEDs were blinking
Deliver us from evil, thoughts and prayers
They’re lined up on the playground, their hands all in the air
See it on our newsfeed and we cry out in despair
They’re counting up the casualties, everyone’s choosing sides
There’s always someone to blame, never anywhere to hide
Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
This white noise in my head, I think I need a filter
A pressure valve to keep from blowing up
And when the shit comes down I pray I can rise above it
Hold me closer when I’ve had enough
Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
Glory, hallelujah
You are in our thoughts and prayers
Glory, hallelujah
You are in our thoughts and prayers
The Flat Earthist realized as he flew through the skies
The curve of the horizon as he fell
He saw the world was round just before he hit the ground
And gravity called out to close the deal
When my children’s eyes look at me and they ask me to explain
It hurts me that I have to look away
The powers that be are in for shame and comeuppance
When Generation Lockdown has their day
They’ll throw the bums all out and drain the swamp for real
Perp walk them down the Capitol steps and show them how it feels
Tramp the dirt down, Jesus, you can pray the rod they’ll spare
Stick it up your ass with your useless thoughts and prayers
Stick it up your ass with your useless thoughts and prayers
Glory, hallelujah
You are in our thoughts and prayers
Glory, hallelujah
You are in our thoughts and prayers
Glory, hallelujah
You are in our thoughts and prayers
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Fellas Get Out the Way by Scott Cook.
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Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Talkin Anthropocalypse Blues by Scott Cook.
Remember Y2K? Remember what you did that day? Were you scared the machines would turn on us all? Or maybe your phone just wouldn’t work? Maybe aliens would come to earth? Could’ve been a mushroom cloud, or heaven’s bugle call Me and some friends took a trip down south And we were on a beach, hanging out With folks from all over the world, feeling nothing but fine We drank until we got demented Counted down for each time zone represented And partied like it was 1999 ‘Cept it actually was, it wasn’t just a figurative thing And when it turned 2000, well, we kept on partying Getting kinda silly by that point Stumbling around, yelling at clouds The new millennium was looking pretty messy so far
But you can’t always party daily and nightly And not everyone takes those kind of things lightly Some folks got more serious concerns Take William Miller, back in 1818 With all the scripture he’d been studying He got to figuring out when Jesus would return Once he was done calculating He got to proselytizing & debating And within several years he rounded up thousands more They had pamphlets and meetings, the more the merrier Saying God would cleanse the sanctuary or Something like that, October, 1844 And after waiting years for their coming king They started giving away everything Unconcerned with possessions or employment But when the day finally rolled around And Jesus was nowhere to be found They had what was called “The Great Disappointment” Some said they’d botched their calculations Used the wrong calendar or computations And He was still coming, just a few months or years later Some other folks just figured they’d been wrong Figured they’d better try and keep their home And think of a way to explain it to the neighbours And somehow find the wherewithal To stock that pantry after all; Heck, maybe they should even go and see the dentist! But some other folks insisted it really did happen Just not on earth, but up in heaven And they became the Seventh-Day Adventists Now, if there’s any Adventists listening I really don’t want to offend you… Really, I’ve got friends who are Adventists! I mean, I met one one time Besides, we’ve all got crazy ideas of our own For instance, I thought this would be A nice little subject to write a song about!
Back in the first century, off the Turkish coast On a little Greek island called Patmos A guy wrote down a bunch of visions he thought reliable And rather than asking “what’s this guy on?” People named it the Apocalypse of John And 300 years later they decided it was in the Bible And I grew up believing it’d all come true Just when and how nobody knew But God was coming back to get His biz done First time by water, next time fire Righteous and wicked to divide And we’d get a new world in exchange for this one And it was gonna happen soon! ‘Cause things are obviously getting worse There’s no turning it around There’s no saving this Earth Nothing worth saving anyway! You got men marrying men, men marrying dogs, trees… Next thing you know some guy’s gonna marry his truck! It’s just wrong!
Now some cheeky folks offer a service To believers who are getting nervous To ease their mind about their dogs and cats ‘Cause pets don’t get raptured, you see So these folks say, for a small fee They’ll feed and walk ’em in the unlikely event of that And boy, if it happens like they say And all the believers are borne away You can be sure those atheists’ll come around then! Once they find out they lost the bet They’ll take real good care of your pets It might be their last chance left at gettin’ in! It’s written no man knows the day of the Lord, But I saw it on some big billboards! Harold Camping figured it out, and wrote it up high God must’ve thought, who’s this hack? Maybe He was even planning to come back And then didn’t, just to spite the poor old guy! After May 21st went by, people laughed but he stuck to his guns Said it’d been a spiritual event, not a physical one… And the real thing was coming, October 21st, 2011… Poor Harold! He kinda lost his enthusiasm for predictions after that
2012 was gonna be big, right? That shit was gonna be tight! They had special calculations we could rely on This wicked old world’s gotta make room It’s the start of a new baktun According to the calendar of the Mayans Well, those Mayan dudes may’ve been rough But they sure did make some amazing stuff And they really must’ve been rapidly evolving They didn’t waste time with messy elections They put the pedal down on natural selection By cutting off your head if you lost a ballgame But what’d they think 2012 would mean? Would the poles reverse? Would the sun turn green? Would we see the planet Nibiru? Would it destroy Man? Or was it the dawn of the Aquarian Age Our ascension to another vibratory stage Without war, injustice, materialism, or boy bands? Terence McKenna predicted the singularity With all the hard-earned sincerity And certainty that goes with dedicated research See, he made a computer program, threw the I Ching Ate psilocybin mushrooms and some other things And as a result, he was ’bout as sure as anyone on Earth Funny thing about being sure: The more you are, the less I believe you Especially if it’s that crazy-eyed, foaming at the mouth kind of sure The kind where no matter what happens, it still proves you’re right! And if you don’t see it Well, it was just more of a hidden, spiritual thing… Anybody see a pattern here?
We’re pretty good at getting it wrong This song’d be even more stupidly long If I tried to tally up everybody’s guesses One thing in common with all these tales They depend on someone besides ourselves As if we won’t have to clean up our own messes As if we’re the last people on earth As if these times are the craziest there ever were As if we’re not just holding space here for our grandkids As if it’s all gonna turn to black and white And everyone’s gonna see the light And convincing won’t be as hard as it always is Like we won’t have to change minds one by one It’ll just happen, it’ll just get done We won’t have to take time with all the messy stuff Of building bridges, loving people in Realizing when we’re wrong even And learning how to stop when we’ve had enough Sounds like a pretty tall order, right? God help us, you say? Or what? It’s gonna take a miracle to save us from ourselves, right? What if we’re the only miracle we’ve got?
This world has gotta end This world has gotta end It’s on us to make a new one my friends!
Bruce Gerencser, 68, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 47 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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.
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