Preacher Preacher
(专辑: Dear Daisy: Opium - 2014)
The
sins set on Saturday evening and sons rise on Sunday to the
sound of "Get up. We are going to church" Even with the
eyes of a
minor, I
knew my mother was just as much endowed with her spirituality as I
guess Intuition told her the
streets will not raise this child As we pass police tape and hat-tipping constables, I
would be laughing every color like light with stained glass windows and be reminded of how fickle life is When [?] was a
kid I
went to primary school with just got life. I
would envy the
wings of a
pigeon But I
never understood why they choose to stay pecking for scraps in inner city blocks Holding hopelessly to the
next piece of bread that comes in their direction, as if a
little was enough Honestly speaking, I
only felt guilty [?] when abused, piu or burning incense, they don't remove the
scent of faux pas There was no kumbaya; I
did not care how amazing Grace was this was not for me Understanding the
philosophies behind verse was child's play, yet child's play seemed more enticing than an hour's service of contradictions I
went to what many would call a
white church The
bread tasted like paper but the
wine a
cheeky Merlot Pardonne moi je me [?] although I
did not feel belonging to Two minutes til service ends removed concern Two weeks later a
man who would teach me Sunday school got arrested for selling cocaine I
once went to a
black church I
shared pigment with my peers but felt more alien than ever Prayer so intense they served more as a
distraction than an inspiration Indignation riddled my core when I
saw how much the
collection played with the
minds of the
poor Eyes closed, tears cascading down side by side with saliva as native tongues would call to the
heavens, and I
would simply watch, notice the
posters, with the
pastors face on it His watch seemed nicer than most. Logos, buzzwords, slogans, spilling from the
lips of the
host. This service was a
business Alas, there I
am, on a
Sunday humming to a
hymn His blood is in my hands [?] his body's in the
bread But before that I
was taught by an elder to question everything, to see and doubt everything, to [?] whose really in control of the
scriptures A
game of Chinese whispers could've diluted what was said And with all this Christian merchandise, feels like somebody's using his body [?] Preacher, preacher tell me will I
get to heaven I've only been sinning half as much as you Don't condemn me, don't condemn me, don't condemn me, lest you walk at least a
day in my shoes Now who's right? And who's wrong? And what's light? And what's the
truth? Or are we all just living proof? Years went by, I'm older now, sins set on Saturday evening and sons rise on Sunday to the
sound of "I'm going to church. You should come." My mother was no longer in doubt, but intuition told me the
church would not change my mother When she spends the
whole night worrying exactly how she would keep the
lights on, but scrapes together her last penny to put in the
pocket of her church Who'd sell her wrist bags for five pounds because it will bless you Handkerchiefs made holy with a
fee, DVDs, guided prayer MP3s because it will save you But I
will be damned if the
church saves my mother before I
do Preacher serving blessings to masses like cocaine Disregarding he do to a
life darker than Coco Bees that still taste as sweet Miss the
pastor's judgement and you might hear me weep tears of joy to know my mother just wants the
best for me But can't see past the
[?] a
small principle [?] Just want the
best for you. You just want the
best for me I
just want the
best for you. You just want the
best for me Preacher, preacher tell me will I
get to heaven I've only been sinning half as much as you Don't condemn me, don't condemn me, don't condemn me, lest you walk at least a
day in my shoes Now who's right? And who's wrong? And what's light? And what's the
truth? Or are we all just living proof? Preacher, preacher tell me will I
get to heaven I've only been sinning half as much as you Don't condemn me, don't condemn me, don't condemn me, til you've walked at least a
day in my shoes Now who's right? And who's wrong? And what's life? What's the
truth? Tell me what's the
truth Or are we all just living proof? All just living proof, all just living Preacher, preacher, yeah [?] Are we all just, all just? Who's right? And who's wrong? But what's life? And what the
truth, what's the
truth, what's the? Living proof, living proof