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Irreligious Song #17: Aesop Rock, “Holy Smokes”

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on April 24, 2011

Here is a song by another underground hip-hop artist, Aesop Rock.

Aesop Rock – “Holy Smokes”

(Man 1: Give him one of these pills if he has any pain.)
(Woman 1: A parable….
Woman 2: What is it?
Woman 1: Well, it’s a little story with a lot of truth in it
An earthly story with a heavenly meaning.
Jesus told many parables to grown-ups and children alike.
He told them simply and sincerely, in words everyone could understand.
So that all might learn the lesson he was trying to teach…)
(Yeah!)

Well they were selfish with the helmets on the little bus
‘Till brake fluid sewage crippled up the get-retarted nickel punks
slowly cope but swore his lowly robot foley folk
would one day rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost
(I knew it!)

Holy smokes!
Father. Black suit, white collar.
Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and three fingers for your daughters
caught belly-up. Antique Nazi paraphernalia.
You can not pay you bills with holy water and Hail Mary luck. (Oh my!)
Shucks, fucker. Enjoy the Alcatraz shower fun.
And mommy’s mad; I’m cliché generation X Agnostic front.
It ain’t the nifty faith in 1958 before the New-New Testament approved altar-boy fistic rape.
And take me to your leader ‘long as he don’t manipulate toddler-beaver. (Leave him alone!)
Call me crazy but I’d bet that wasn’t God’s demeanor.

Sod-o-meter peaking. (Me too!)
But Long Island was Jesus every weekend spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing
of a Middle Pennsylvania shit-hole where elders movement
stressed the stellar therapeutic Bible cycle. (How?)
One church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much more.
So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they’d saw.
Christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy.
But immaculate conception came second to playful goodies.
Like laser-tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags
and manger staff as long as Santa ate the cookies (Well…)

Grandma was a saint while he’d paint with snakes and bullies
Said “If only you’d memorized your prayers like you did your Kool-Gs”!
By the time I was old enough to know what religion was
I was Catholicism-numb and truly didn’t give a … FUCK!
94′: Moved out the crib and it ain’t seen a steeple since
While Knievel-Evil seeps in a Christian leader’s pitch
till priest’s lap slapped with parental advisory warnings:
“I’ll be auditioning Gods in my office on Monday morning”.

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
Uh-oh! And yet another pill slipped
down the hatch It patch him through the kill-switch
(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
I need a couple As for Qs
I’m not an asshole I’m just a little confused

(Woman 1: This story reminds us of the one Jesus told about people who were kind and helpful to others.
He said that one day the king would say to these people
“Come, inherit the kingdom prepared for you
For when I was hungry you gave me food
I was sick and you visited me.
I was in prison and you came to me.”
But the people asked
“Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you?
Or sick or in prison and come to you?”
And the king answered
“In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren,
you have done it unto me.”)
(Yeah!)

Just a little bruised in the back of the pews
acting amused with a mask on them Vatican blues
for in the eyes of the organization I was raised in
Aes’ is just another sinning brick in Hell’s basement.
Cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapists.
For what? Drugs and fucking is part of growing up.
Like cups offa dumb shit’s better than the schools!
I’m not an asshole I’m just a little confused.

Just a lit fuse in the back of the pews
watching a thousand flavors of the same God feud.
I figure ultimate-peace is the common theme.
So it’s a no-brainer-peace when the blood hit the screen.
Got a basic good and evil sensibility born
Good neighbor know a halo wouldn’t fit over horns.
I’m more science than faith, I’m more karma than bread and booze.
I’m not an asshole I’m just a little confused.
Not an asshole I’m just a little confused.
Not an asshole I’m just a little confused.
Not an asshole I’m just a little confused.

(Man 2: You know what, to be completely honest, Aesop, you’re a fucking asshole.)

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Irreligious Song #16: El-P, “Flyentology” (feat. Trent Reznor)

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on April 24, 2011

I finally found an irreligious hip-hop song (featuring Trent Reznor!). It’s by an alternative hip-hop artist named El-P, and the song features some incredibly creative and well-constructed lyrics. The lyrics require a certain level of interpretive sophistication. In other words, you have to be a close reader. Take a look at some of the online discussions concerning the meaning of this song to see what I mean: the people who self-identify as Christian appear incapable of doing anything other than a surface analysis, and that analysis leads them to see their own beliefs in God reflected back at them. To summarize, they think the song is pro-faith. They are dead wrong. Take a listen and follow along with the lyrics. It would be interesting to hear your own interpretations. To get us started: 1) What does the sky represent in this song? 2) What do you make of the stanza describing the way in which the narrator adores God? 3) The narrator states, “This is Flyentology,” so what exactly is he saying it is?

“Flyentology” (feat. Trent Reznor, Rob Sonic)

[Trent Reznor:]
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I cry
I’ll become your servant if it’s worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I’ll say
I’ll become your soldier, at least for this day
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I cry
I’ll become your servant if it’s worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I’ll say

[El-P:]
I know I haven’t been walking a humble path
I know I cursed at your name and then laughed
And though I found it inane to bend calf
The servitude of groveling framed as pained task
I gotta figure, it can’t hurt to ask
Suspension of disbelief in uniquely freak flash
Admission of the faithfully shaken, now trapped
30 thousand and dropping it’s on and popping at last

[Trent Reznor:]
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I cry
I’ll become your servant if it’s worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I’ll say
I’ll become your soldier, at least for this day

No!
There are no atheists in the foxholes
No!
There is no intellect in the air
No!
There are no scientists on the way down
Just a working example of faith versus physics [x2]

[El-P:]
Flyentology (oh god)
Everybody get your ticket today
Flyentology (oh god)
Welcome aboard, sir, right this way
Flyentology, flyen-flyentology (oh god)
Our bible is in your seat back pocket
Flyentology (oh god)
Tuck your head between your legs, now pray

I adore you
The same way that others always adored you
Emergency, humility
Just break glass
I implore
With no knowledge of dogma to conform to
I know I don’t deserve it, but save my ass
And if I’m going down, let me do it in first class
The paganistic prayer of a heathen with wild past
Please forgive my bastardized style dash
And anoint me with salvation in form of non-crash

I wanna live so bad
All my life, I’ve been so arrogant
This is the vessel of my ‘wakening
Please father, put your hand out
Carry it
I wanna live so bad
All my life, I’ve been so arrogant
This is the vessel of my ‘wakening
God damn it, put your hand out
Carry it

[Trent Reznor:]
No!
There are no atheists in the foxholes
No!
There is no intellect in the air
No!
There are no scientists on the way down
Just a working example of faith versus physics [x2]

[El-P + backing vocals by Trent Reznor:]
This is (oh god)
This is flyentology (oh god)
Flyentology (oh god)
Flyentology (oh god)

[Trent Reznor:]
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I cry
I’ll become your servant if it’s worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that’s all that I’ll say
I’ll become your soldier, at least for this day [x2]

No!

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Irreligious Song #14: My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, “Kooler Than Jesus”

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on March 19, 2011

When I was first introduced to My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, after I had been suspended from my Christian college but prior to my status as full apostate, I admit I was a bit freaked out by their open use of and frequent allusion to symbols and content related to the occult. Their music is VERY campy, so their use of the occult ends up being very tongue-in-cheek. It’s almost as if they are embracing the occult wholeheartedly (with a wink) as way of parodying Christianity. And boy, do they ever mock Christianity. I had a difficult time deciding which song to post, because they just have so many to choose from. The one I ended up choosing is one of their most popular ones, although it’s not one of my favorites. Still, it gives a good idea of what their music sounds like, and it’s a good introduction to their style of heresy. I haven’t bothered to include the lyrics, since they consist of short snippets of samples and individual phrases. They’re pretty easy to catch on your own, and I’ll go ahead and share my favorite lines: “I am the electric Messiah. The AC/DC God.” It’s meaningless but filled with heresy and, therefore, fun!

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Bo Burnham’s Rant

Posted by dsc01 on November 27, 2010

This is a comedy video that probably qualifies for inclusion in the irreligious songs series, but I don’t think it should be so classified, and since I’m posting it, I’m not gonna put it in the series. So there. 😛

All the seats at the Sunday masses,
Filled with the mass’s massive asses,
Classes pass as fast as molasses.
Ceremonial reading glasses.
Read a little bit of Leviticus.
All the kids are a little too little for this.
All the parents nod in agreement —
“I think I can vaguely see what he meant.”
It’s too early in the morning glory
To read another allegory story,
The father reads a little bit farther,
Assuring the assured that they need not bother
“when god, in verse 45, said the slaves are okay to buy,
He meant that people, all from the start
Each have slaves within their hearts.
Things, that we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton
God calls us to set these free, free our hearts from slavery…
And then as god goes on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves…”

In the back, I sit and I nod to the beats that are bumpin from my iPod
My god, they’re starting to pray
And over the music I can hear them say,
“Dear god, dear lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword.
Dear good all-seeing being, my way or the highway Yahweh.
The blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater,
I’d like to thank your Holy Might for making me both rich and white
And though this is your day of rest, I come to you with one request
There’s so much pain beyond this steeple,
Wars and drugs and homeless people.
Sadness, where there should be joy, hate and rape and Soulja Boy.
A world in darkness needs your light, so I’m sure your schedule’s pretty tight
But my dog just had leg surgery if you could fix that first…

Jesus…

Debra Messing’s fingers in a holy place, “Hail Mary full of grace.”

Obama, could you pass some hope to the pope
I know a couple dudes who wanna elope
See the pope said, “nope” so the bros can’t cope.
(The bros can grope but the bros can’t cope.)
They’ve been in love, they’ve been addicted
Who said they shouldn’t? Benedict did.
Cause in the holy land of the lord he’s the holy landlord and dicks are evicted.
Cause you can be a benedict if you’ve been a dick under Benedict but
You can’t have benedicts because there’s only one pope and only one dick
What? a dick on a pope is
Just like a soap on a rope cause it’s
Pointless, unless in prison, throw up your bibles, Christ has risen.
Hallelujah, now it’s raining men,
Because the gender ratio is 1 to 10.
Winos at the eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation
Jesus wasn’t the messiah, get back I’m a heretic and I’m on fire
It was Oedipus, and those holy nights
The holy motherfucking Christ.
I’m a blasphemah post-Katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to cruise AIDS
And blast FEMA
You’re too late, we’re fucked we don’t need ya.

In the name of the father, son and holy ghost
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Turn up your nose, strike that pose.
HEY MACARENA!

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Irreligious Song #13: Depeche Mode, “John the Revelator”

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on November 27, 2010

There are just way too many irreligious songs out there to cover them all! I liked the lyrics to this song when I first heard it, and a creative individual put up this brilliant unofficial video montage. The lyrics appear in the video. Enjoy!

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Irreligious Song #12: Tenacious D, “Kickapoo”

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on November 27, 2010

Evangelical Christianity is most harmful and damaging to children, since it tells them they are corrupt and horrible people. Sin ideation creates guilt in kids and an Us vs. Them mentality, preventing a close bond of trust and encouragement between kids and their parents. Jack Black does a great job of revealing this is humorous form:

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Irreligious Song #11: Talking Heads, “Road to Nowhere”

Posted by dsc01 on November 23, 2010

Not being a huge Talking Heads fan (though I do respect their work), I can’t say that this song is necessarily about death being the end. It sure seems like it, though, and I love that the tone of the song is so happy. I hate it when people frame death as such a negative thing. I know that the church-choir-like intro was actually added only because David Byrne thought that the song was embarrassingly simple, but I like to think of it as setting the song up as a secular hymn.

WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOIN’
BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’VE BEEN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE’RE KNOWIN’
BUT WE CAN’T SAY WHAT WE’VE SEEN
AND WE’RE NOT LITTLE CHILDREN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT
AND THE FUTURE IS CERTAIN
GIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT

We’re on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride

I’m feelin’ okay this mornin’
And you know,
We’re on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

CHORUS

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don’t care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there…take you there

We’re on a road to nowhere
We’re on a road to nowhere
We’re on a road to nowhere

There’s a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it’s all right, baby, it’s all right

And it’s very far away
But it’s growing day by day
And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right

They can tell you what to do
But they’ll make a fool of you
And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right

We’re on a road to nowhere

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Irreligious Song #10: Ministry, “Stigmata”

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on November 16, 2010

At the risk of turning this site into a music blog, here is our next example of musical apostasy. Really though, the lyrics make clear that the love is being spread all around. Ministry have several songs that reveal their critical view of Christianity, although I happen to think their main focus is on American greed and hypocrisy; religion just happens to get caught up in the net of corruption they see in American culture.

“Stigmata” lyrics

You ran out of lies!
You ran out of lies! Lies!
Stronger than reason, stronger than life
The only truth I know is the look in your eyes
The look in your eyes!
Just like a car crash, just like a knife
My favorite weapon is the look in your eyes
You ran out of lies!

You ran out of life!
You ran out of lies!
Get out of my life!

And I’m chewing on glass and tasting my fingers
I’m not the one who’s run out of lies, lies!
You ran out of life!
You ran out of time!

Judging my faith and walking on splinters
I lost my soul to the look in your eyes
Your eyes! You ran out of lies!
Ran out of time…
Stigmata! You ran out of lies!

Oh, you have empty eyes! (yes)
Oh, you have empty lies! (yes)
They told me nothing
Nothing but lies!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck everyone! Fuck the church!
Fuck Jesus! Fuck Mary!
Fuck the Jews! Fuck the Bhuddists!
Fuck the Hindus! Fuck George Bush!
Fuck his ugly wife! Fuck Tipper Gore!
Fuck everyone! Fuck Gorbachev!
Fuck Noriega! Fuck all these assholes!
Fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck all of you!
Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata!
They told me nothing but lies!
Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!

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Irreligious Song #9: Tool, “Opiate”

Posted by dsc01 on November 15, 2010

As Noraa pointed out, in a previous entry in this series, Maynard James Keenan writes some lyrics that are deeply offensive to Christians. Years before he explicitly took on the Christian God in A Perfect Circle’s “Judith,” he used his band, Tool, to great irreligious effect.

Now, I could have chosen a number of Tool songs. For example, “Eulogy” contains the lines, “Come down./Get off your fucking cross./We need the fucking space,/to nail the next fool martyr.” “Sober,” their biggest hit, contains the somewhat cryptic, “Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle/something but the past and done?”

But while those songs refer to religion in ways that will offend Christians, “Opiate” is a direct attack on the Christian religion. It’s from the first album, and I think it’s a little rough around the edges, but it’s still decent. The second part of the song is actually a separate song, “The Gaping Lotus Experience.” It’s a facetious “hidden” track, not part of “Opiate” (despite what the creators of the YouTube video and the lyrics transcribers, quoted below, seem to think).

Opiate

Choices always were a problem for you
What you need is someone strong to guide you

Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you…
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me

If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me, now don’t you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything i tell you to do

Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand a, hand upon you

My god’s will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like i do
We both want
To rape you

Jesus christ, why don’t you come save my life, now
Open my eyes, blind me with your light, now
Jesus christ, why don’t you come save my life, now
Open my eyes, blind me with your lies, now

If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me, now don’t you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything i tell you to do
Jesus christ, why don’t you come save my life, now
Open my eyes, blind me with your light, now
Jesus christ, why don’t you come save my life, now
Open my eyes, blind me with your lies, now

Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand a, hand upon you

My god’s will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like i do
We both want
To rape you!

[long pause]

I had a friend once,
he took some acid,
now he thinks he’s a fire engine

It’s ok,
until he pisses on your lighter,
kinda smells,
kinda cool,
kinda funny anyway

satan.
satan.
satan.
satan.
satan.

I had a friend once,
he took some ecstasy,
tried to marry me,
and everyone in the room.

He was sorta loving,
kinda caring,
kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy.

It got a bit messy,
all over the curtains,
armchair covers,
throw pillows,
and carpeting.

getting bored,
I’m getting bored,
getting bored,
I’m getting bored,
getting bored,
I’m getting bored,
getting bored,
I’m getting bored!

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Irreligious Song #8: Curve, “Die Like a Dog”

Posted by Clamence/The Chaplain on November 12, 2010

Here is another song from the early 90s in the shoegazer, electronic rock genre. Curve is one of my favorite bands from this era, and I might still have a crush on Toni Halliday. Her lyrics tend to be dark, introspective, and occasionally, intentionally vague; she has a good eye for the hypocrisy of folks who claim holiness.

Lyrics to “Die Like a Dog”

Curled up
in a ball
curled up
when I fall
I will play ball

Out here
in the hall
I have seen
it all
out there
when you call
I won’t play ball

Peace in a world
free from religion
peace in a world
where everyone gets heaven
peace in a world
free from religion
peace in a world

I like to see
the satelites around me
I like to see
the satelites around me

Peace in a world
free from religion
peace in a world
where everyone gets heaven
peace in a world
free from religion
peace in a world

I’m just trying
not to die like a dog
end up alone
wheezing from the smog
I’m just trying
not to die in vain
gonna make my mark
stake my claim

Peace in a world
free from religion
peace in a world
where everyone gets heaven
peace in a world
free from religion
peace in a world

I listen to my eyes click
there colourful confession
while the language of agression
is on everybody’s lips

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Irreligious Song #7: Gogol Bordello, “Super Theory of Super Everything”

Posted by Noraa on November 9, 2010

In contrast to the last song I posted, let me lighten the mood a little with one of my favorite bands of the last few years. These guys define their music as “gypsy punk” and the band consists of an eclectic group of musicians from all over Europe, Africa, Asia, and both North and South America. I’ve seen them a couple of times live and have to admit it’s one of the funnest I’ve ever been to. Nonstop insanity from start to finish.

So back to the song, first of all his accent and poor grammar make it amusing within itself, but his lyrics always have depth to them.

First time I had read the Bible
It had stroke me as unwitty
I think it may started rumor
That the Lord ain’t got no humor

Put me inside SSC
Let’s test superstring theory
Oh yoi yoi accelerate the protons
stir it twice and then just add me, ’cause

I don’t read the Bible
I don’t trust disciple
Even if they’re made of marble
Or Canal Street bling

From the maelstrom of the knowledge
Into the labyrinth of doubt
Frozed underground ocean
melting – nuking on my mind

Yes give me Everything Theory
Without Nazi uniformity
My brothers are protons
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice, it’s instant family!

I don’t read the Bible
I don’t trust disciple
Even if they’re made of marble
Or Canal Street bling

My brothers are protons
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice dlja prekrastnih dam…

Do you have sex maniacs
Or schizophrenics
Or astrophysicists in your family
Was my grandma anti anti
Was my grandpa bounty bounty
Hek-o-hek-o-hej-o
They ask me in embassy!

‘Cause I don’t read the Bible
I don’t trust disciple
Even if they’re made of marble
Or Canal Street bling

And my grandma she was anti!
And my grandpa he was bounty!
And stir it twice
And then just add me!
Partypartypartypartypartyparty
now afterparty..

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Irreligious Song #6: A Perfect Circle, “Judith”

Posted by Noraa on November 9, 2010

So “Bob” has opened the doors to the “Irreligious Song” series of blogs, so I’ll kick off my authorship on here with one or two songs that immediately came to mind when I saw the first one he posted.

I’ve always loved Mayanard James Keenan’s lyrics (better known as vocalist for the band Tool). There’s something in them I’ve always connected with in every project he’s been a part of. He has a certain well-thought out, beautifully phrased way of getting his point across. He definitely didn’t make many people in the Christian world happy with much of his lyrics with Tool (i.e. “Sober”), but “Judith” is one of the most blatantly irreverent songs he wrote. Surprisingly enough, after a bit of expected editing, it got a lot of airplay and was one of the songs that pushed them into the mainstream.

Supposedly, the song is a response to his mother’s death from a long bout with cancer. There’s actually a song on Tool’s last album, “10,000 days” (which is a reference to the amount of time his mother suffered), that takes an almost opposite stance on her death. I just love the attitude of this one and thought it would fit in nicely.

Anyway, being my first time to post on here, I’m not sure I’ll get this link right but here it is……..

You’re such an inspiration for the ways that I will never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you

Fuck your god
Your lord, your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, never stray, never
Taste of the fruit
Never thought to question why

It’s not like you killed someone
It’s not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

Oh so many ways for me to show you how your dogma has abandoned you

Pray
To your Christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break, never
Choke on a lie
Even though he’s the one who
Did this to you
Never thought to question why

It’s not like you killed someone
It’s not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ as if He knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
He did it all for you
Did it all for you

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