It was released on his debut extended play EP and later his self-titled debut album The song was released as his debut single in as a free download. Hozier, a struggling musician at the time of its writing, wrote and recorded the song in the attic of his parents' home in Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland. A mid-tempo soul song, its lyrics use religious terminology to describe a romantic relationship. The song first caught the attention of independent label Rubyworks , where producer Rob Kirwan overdubbed the original demo with live instruments. The music video contributed to the song's widespread popularity.

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It was released on his debut extended play EP and later his self-titled debut album The song was released as his debut single on 13 September as a free download. Hozier, a struggling musician at the time of its writing, wrote and recorded the song in the attic of his parents' home in Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland. A mid-tempo soul song, its lyrics use religious terminology to describe a romantic relationship. The song first caught the attention of independent label Rubyworks, where producer Rob Kirwan overdubbed the original demo with live instruments. The music video contributed to the song's widespread popularity. Directed by Brendan Canty and Conal Thomson of small production company Feel Good Lost, it follows a relationship between two men and the subsequent violent homophobic backlash. Forgot your password? Retrieve it. Get promoted.
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I'm Clifford Stumme, and I use literary analysis and research to explain the deeper meanings of pop songs. Feel free to leave a comment or to email me at clifford popsongprofessor. What's the most intense and scary song that I could find on the local top 40 station? Definitely "Take Me to Church" by Hozier. There's no question.
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 absolutions 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 so 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.