Hozier: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

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  1. Love his new EP, been waiting for the new stuff and it's FANTASTIC- but this is still a super special performance, the first time I heard Andy and I have listened to his music at this point for probably no lie 500 hours plus! Thanks NPR!!! 😉

    P.s. I really want to wrap that little curl over his right ear around my finger SO BAD hahaha

  2. My lover's got humour
    She's the giggle at a funeral
    Knows everybody's disapproval
    I should've worshipped her sooner
    If the Heavens ever did speak
    She is 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
    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
    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
    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

  3. Never feel too good in crowds
    With folks around, when they're playing
    The anthems of rape culture loud
    Crude and proud creatures baying
    All I've ever done is hide
    From our times when you're near me
    Honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes
    I feel like a person for a moment of my life

    But you don't know what hell you put me through
    To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
    To feel your weight in arms I'd never use
    It's the God that heroin prays to

    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    Oh to be alone with you

    There are questions I can't ask
    Now at last the worst is over
    See the way you hold yourself
    Reel against your body's borders
    I know that you hate this place
    Not a trace of me would argue
    Honey, we should run away, oh someday
    Our baby and her momma
    And the damaged love she made

    But I don't know what else that I would do
    Than try to kiss the skin that crawls from you
    Than feel your weight in arms I'd never use
    It's the God that heroin prays to

    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    Oh to be alone with you
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    It feels good, girl, it feels good
    Oh to be alone with you

  4. Her eyes and words are so icy
    Oh but she burns
    Like rum on the fire
    Hot and fast and angry as she can be
    I walk my days on a wire.
    It looks ugly, but it's clean,
    Oh momma, don't fuss over me.
    The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
    Open hand or closed fist would be fine
    The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
    Calls of guilty thrown at me
    All while she stains
    The sheets of some other
    Thrown at me so powerfully
    Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
    But I want it
    It's a crime
    That she's not around most of the time.
    The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
    Open hand or closed fist would be fine
    Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
    Her fight and fury is fiery
    Oh but she loves
    Like sleep to the freezing
    Sweet and right and merciful
    I'm all but washed
    In the tide of her breathing.
    And it's worth it, it's divine
    I have this some of the time.
    The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
    Open hand or closed fist would be fine
    The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

  5. He has a voice that romantic, hopeful, and yet full of pain. Kind of an Irish Ray LaMontagne… which let's be real, I'd swoon for either. Good hair, great voices, and both can wear the hell out of a hat.

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