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23. Dober oz. izjemen videospot.

Videospot za Hozierjevo pesem Take me to church je že od izida eden izmed mojih najljubših videospotov. Po tem, ko sem pogledala dokumentarec o Sergeju Poluninu, ki v videospotu nastopa oz. pleše, pa mi je pri srcu še veliko bolj. Sergej je ukrajinski plesalec, ki so ga imenovali tudi poredni deček baleta. Po dveh letih pri Kraljevem baletu je dal  odpoved, ker je “umetnik v njem umiral”. Umetnika v njem pa je odlično obudil v tem videospotu, ki bi naj bil njegov zadnji nastop, vendar se to ni zgodilo, ker spet pleše v novem Hozierjevem videospotu Movement in spomladi pride v Ljubljano.

Sama nimam pojma o baletu, ampak gledati ta ples in človeško telo v gibanju je čarobno. Seveda je tudi pesem izjemna. Sergej si je zaželel plesati na njo –  nekje je bilo zapisano, da pleše s svojimi demoni.

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’s 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

Aaay. 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

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

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

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 so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my 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

Ooh oh. 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