Darragh O'Dea - Music As Religion (Buy, Buy, Buy)

I took a walk, I did not talk. Listened for an age, smelt the burning sage
The Irish country side, she advertised on those signs that sway claiming Jesus save
An ecclesiastic Casanova, said you don't need Jesus but some other Jehovah

Well alright, whatever gets you through the night, what you're selling I don't buy
So, bye, bye, bye

I'm a well-fed thoroughbred barbarian boy, from the pagan lands of the eternal winter
So come on, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy
So come on, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy

I drank with a monk on a mountain top, shared a spliff with a nun in a parking lot
Did a stint with the double bagging butcher, sober
who's too proud to admit that he's ever being hungover.
I danced off my demons, shed all my old skin
Woke up on the floor of some neighbour's wedding
And there, there, there, that's where I found the music.

Ah ya can't bate the music, are you still at the music?
I've been a slave to the music, I've obeyed the music
I've prayed with the music, is it going to rise me up out of the grave, the music

Let's make some music

Music makes no demands
Music gives no commands
Music makes no demands
Music gives no commands
Music makes no demands
Music gives no commands
Music makes no demands
Music gives no commands
Music makes no demands
Music gives no commands

Written by:
Darragh O'Dea

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